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Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Not when I am not there.


If you are ever going to love me; love me now.
While I can know the sweet and tender feelings
from which true affections flows.

Love me now while I am living. Do not wait until I am gone.
To have those sweet words chiseled in marble on ice-cold stone.

If you have tender thoughts of me, please let me know now.
Not when I am not there.

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