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 When in her voice she wants me to listen But that’s ok I understand My shoulder yours to rest on You have touched me
And I rely on you
Us the strangers
Those little noises I find so endearing
The
sun rose this morning
Broke
into the sky
A painting
on my face
Warmth
found in my soul
The
night left behind
But
never forgotten
Bonds
forged in this natural beauty
Tears
unshed by...
The
strength of your heart
Laying
together
Tender
caress
My
hand to your face
Voice
so soft
On
your cheek
Wrapped
in your feathers
Maybe
not so alone
You have become such a friend
Don't give up hope
Old things past
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