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my heart drifts off
stolen on an up sweep
of air gently carried
across the sea
deposited into the
arms of the hilltops
and green rolling
meadows then
kissed with the
dew covered grapes
ripe on the vines
from the vineyard
nestled in the valley
where my heart
has a home
stolen on an up sweep
of air gently carried
across the sea
deposited into the
arms of the hilltops
and green rolling
meadows then
kissed with the
dew covered grapes
ripe on the vines
from the vineyard
nestled in the valley
where my heart
has a home
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