32_Silver ties

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Skies of blue
Birds of yellow
A million chances
Of our glances
Across the room
Can you Hear me croon?

         ~Butterflies when you guffaw~


Glances migrating back and forth
Infatuation's birth and growth
The fruits of this tree
Never knew
That it shall be crushed adieu

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