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The first goldThe sunrise arrives without a sound, / spilling gold across the sleeping earth, / touching rooftops,

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The First Place We BelongBefore we learn the names of cities, / before we discover who, we are, / there is family, / the firs

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The road beyond tomorrowLife has never promised certainty. / It arrives like the wind, / changing direction without warning,

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The Shape of StayingLove isn't always grand gestures / or words that sound like poetry. / Sometimes it's a simple conver

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Where the Earth remembersThere is a language spoken by the wind, / one older than cities, / older than names, / older than th

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