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Scent Of RSVP

Memory fades at the coming of an end

With the lilac scent of your RSVP

As my destiny falls on a digger's spade

In a shallow nest at noon-day hours 

With few prayers to cover my faith 

Looking home angel I will arrive

On a chariot of your lasting love

As your image is cast in clover

All angels with wings will survive

With the lilac scent of your RSVP






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