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Torn...
Torn... from the landscape a light, is put out tonight, behind the light another family, behind the light life goes on, in simple human vessels, love flows from one life to the next, never ceasing always moving forward, in reality it comes, so clear, the feeling of love, the feeling of being loved and giving love, you take the hand of a real person and you feel the warmth, the kindness in another's eyes.. and the light that burns from your home to souls like mine.. a thousand feet up on planes headed home, from my window or perch I see your light, shine in the darkness that surrounds, and so ever bright, so ever clear it shines.. from your heart to mine.. torn... from a thousand feet up... torn from the light you gave me..
leah... |

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