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Photo by. Allison Owens

 

There’s a piece of my soul
That belongs to no one but you
It can’t be helped, or calmed or cured
And you’d be certain
If you were my first love

There’s a piece of my soul
That aches for you
Your voice in my ear is like rain
Falling on dry, cracked ground
Of this you’d be certain

I would show you everyday

If you were my first love
I’d pray you’d be my last
And that our end was just as lovely
As when we first began

 

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