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Memories By: Sarah Smith
Bittersweet memories of a time long ago,
Lead up to the persent that we know.
They give strength to me
And help me understand,
You, me; us, we.
Just take my hand.
Our memories we shall share.
Our kind of love is rare.
Together we'll make new memories.
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The Dark By: Sarah Smith
The dark is rising.
I feel it comming.
We must not let the river dry.
We must not let the spirits die.
Soon the battle shall end,
Then we'll see my friend,
Who has lost and who has won,
Who has it all and who has none.
We will win,
Once and again.
As I knew we would,
Because we are good.
Gone is the bad
For this we are glad.
This is the end,
Until the dark rises again.
This poem refers to a book called "The Dark Rising" by Susan Cooper
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The Midnight Sun By: Sarah Smith
The midnight sun is shining,
I feel its bright rays on me.
I feel love in the air,
I know He is there,
So I stay
And I pray
In the midnight sun.
Before I did not believe,
But that was on the outside.
Deep inside I knew,
It was true,
So I stay
And I pray
In the midnight sun.
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