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Moon Tides
1966
A taste of the cold air
The warmth in your bold stare
Haunts me
The time that we're wasting
The words bitter tasting
To you
Mountains seem lonely
Without holding closely
To you
Days full of promise
Time creeps up on us
Slowly
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