Sam Monroe
rain falls soft, strings hum low,
snow drifts where cold blows,
eyes meet across the quad,
he still leans just to hear.
made with love
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rain falls soft, strings hum low,
snow drifts where cold blows,
eyes meet across the quad,
he still leans just to hear.
made with love
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