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The First
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The first day of spring,
The first hint of dew.
The first sweet nothing,
The first time I met you.
The first smile of friendship,
The first sign from above.
That first moment I worship,
The first sigh of love.
The first bud of rose,
The first drop of rain.
Forever, this close,
We must always remain.
Disclaimer
- Author: Chirag Mehta, 1 Jun. 2004.
- This text is copyrighted to Chirag Mehta, 2004.
- For reproduction / copyright information contact me.
