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A Fool Like Me
by Shelby ©
How high is the mountains?
How deep is the sea?
Is there a way to measure,
What you mean to me?
How bright is the stars?
How broad is the land?
You hold my heart,
In the palm of your hand.
Love forever,
Is seldom seen.
To many of life's issues,
Always intervene.
Over the horizon,
I cannot see.
There has to be a reason,
For a fool like me.
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