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Jacobs Poem
Jacobs Poem
of things to come though theres only earth between us I miss you so the gentle air you breathe like a ghost remains on my skin and youre footprints linger on my window though theres only sky between us I miss you so In a dream i see you smiling your fingers dancing though your ruby hair perfect snow falls around you when I awake youre not there in my arms, Ill rock you softly sing a lullaby pray you know Im yours to keep know that morning brings us one day closer and though theres only time between us snow will fall again