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By George P. Lumayag
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A woman was walking along the shoreline,
And she’s saying, “My love for you is a journey.”
Right there, at the nipa hut of a fisherman,
The door was wide open like his open arm.
The time was perfect but her coming was short.
The place was silent and she heard of lasting words,
“Whatever happens, you’ll always be in my heart.”;
“Whatever happens, you’ll always be in my dreams.”
They sung their love songs from the bottom of their hearts.
They closed their eyes and dreamt their music.
Their sweet love was like the horizon at daylight.
And they only dreamt weekend moments at night.