My Destiny
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Marilyn Lott
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We stroll across the meadow
The air is fresh and sweet
My hand is clasped in your hand
Cool green grass beneath our feet
You’ve told me t hat you love me
My destiny you hold
You stop and put your arms out
My trembling body you enfold.
Though the future is exciting
As I look into your eyes
The happiness I know we’ll find
Will be no real surprise.
Written sometime in the past...
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