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Sunday, July 24, 2016
You Came Along
"Follow me" - she sang
"Here, hold my hand,
No need for blue or red pill
We can soar up the hill,
We can dive down the shore,
It will be fun" - she swore
And with a belly full of butterflies
His hand now in hers lies
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