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| the birth of love that soft winter morning when dreams collected like dawn and all my life was poetry in the sun |
| God Consumes me because I yern to be when I fall away all it takes is one simple smile discised and I return because I yern to be consumed and complete |
| Beneath a universe celebrating sky and moon. Remember me as a cloud of promise between thought and time when his music let me live and die. |
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| Angel's Everywhere |