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... with your blanket,wanting to be rocked. The last time when you ran to me,still small enough to hold.The last time that you said you'd marryme when you grew old. Precious, simple moments andbright flashes ... grow and barely noticedseasons as they pass.If I could freeze the hands of time,I'd hold on to your lasts. For come some bright fall morning,you'll be going far away.College life will beckonin a ...
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