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There’s a picture of you, my
Love, where I lay down my head
With a collection of treasures
Kept beside my night's bed
Your soft gaze keeping watch
As I'm called to my dreams,
There to catch me from falling
Or at least, as though it seems
I awaken, come morning
Your gentle face greets my eyes
As I reach for the sun's warmth
And, as I slowly arise
Your picture travels with me as
I move through my days
Framed within my heart always,
And forever, shall stay
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