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If I ever hurt you,
It's important that you know,
I never ever meant to
and I will love you when I go
To touch your soft skin
to stroke your long dark hair
to smell again your sweet scent
I will remember everywhere
On the hill flying kites,
rolling in the warm wet grass
a summer long with sweet delights
that no other can surpass
once we were lovers warm and t...
Sunday 10th July 2011 2:17 am
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