duracel (56) from Somerset

Here's to the lands untraveled and the roads I've never known,
To the high, lost lakes in the mountains The islands that linger alone
Here's to the hands I've never held, And the lips I've never kissed
To all the things I might have done, And all the things I've missed.
Here's to the eyes that look into mine, To the urge that's burning bright;
For my pulse beats strong and my heart is warm,
And . . . what are you doing tonight?

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A friend, would be a good start :-)
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