Spark
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Rebecca Navarre
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The evening sun set, as it starts.
Picnics, in the park. Candles, lit
in the dark. The sounds, of the meadow
lark. Are all a secret part. Of the
joyful memories, of my heart. When he
took me by the hand, an eternal flame,
he did spark. Underneath the stars,
he left his mark.
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