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Where the Dew Falls 

I see,
I taste and
Touch,
But
I will never know
What it’s like
To love where the dew falls.
To cradle a lover in my arms
And wish that the night would never end.
Or maybe I’ve known it often.
How else would I be so familiar with it?
Love, stay with me!
  • A poem by Michael Colwell.

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