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Time
heals the
heart's
wounds,
And
tears wash
away the
pain;
The
sun will
once more
shine,
And
love will
be the
final
gain.
Thoughts
of you slip
silently,
Into
this mind
of mine;
I
think
my love
is growing,
But
I'm looking
for a
sign.
Love
this time
will differ,
From
that which
has passed;
It
will seep
in my
heart slowly,
And
not grow
quite
so fast.
We
both have
felt the
pain,
Of
love that
has gone
wrong;
So
now we
tread
softly,
On
a road
that seems
so long.
I
want
to love
you,
Darling,
And
forever
be your
mate;
But
only
time
can
tell
me,
If
this
will
be my
fate.
~Sandra
Oidtman
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©
2004.
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