Last seen: Too long ago

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Does he caress your hair
Before ravaging your skin?
Does he bring you flowers,
The tulips you love?
Does he read each thought
As it leaves the recesses of your mind
And lingers on your brooding eyes
For a stolen moment in time
Like dew on a winter leaf?

Does it rain nostalgia in Paris
When i write of us here?

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