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Wond`ring aloud - how we feel today. Last night sipped the sunset - my hands in her hair. We are our own saviours as we start both our hearts beating life into each other. Wond`ring aloud - will the years treat us well. As she floats in the kitchen, I`m tasting the smell of toast as the butter runs. Then she comes, spilling crumbs on the bed and I shake my head. And it`s only the giving that makes you what you are. |