When Was It
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Mark Heathcote
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When was it you weren't there to wind my dial?
One day at a time with a sultry warm, smile.
I can still feel the trace of your soft-fingers
Silk spinning those webs how their touch lingers.
Cocooning me in their eternal flames
Heart and soul, how it ever now exclaims
'Forever, ' 'forever, ' let's together-
Be and always give, through our best-endeavour.
To stay fixed as one, hand and in another.
That's always in the heat of midsummer.
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