Her Hand
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Her hand
Yes it was first at sight
I felt from inner heart
She was or me
I sang for her openly and free
It was lovely call
To save me from fall
As if she was chosen for me
And was listening under tree
She gave little flight
And I felt it right
She was to be my choice
Real one and in this place
I shook head
And tried to read
But she only smiled
And gave nod
I was fortunate
To have her to seal the fate
I missed no chance
Took her hand at once
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