By Anastasia
Age 12
2001
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When I look out of my window every
night As I look into your soul, through
your eyes, Even if I was cold, you will always
keep me warm, You wrap your arms around me and
keep me near, Late at night, I fall asleep in a
chair, You whisper, "I love you,"
silently in my ear, As I wake up in the morning to a
nice cool breeze, As I'm asking God why he gave me
that beautiful dream, |