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A stranger you were once.
Then, with a gentle look you took my hand.
As our lives engaged,
you lit my life and I held both your hands.
Now that moths have passed,
ours souls have indeed become one.
How fortunate we are
that we have found the love so true
that everyone dreams about.
carol marquez
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