he was        the

GENTLE BREEZE BEFORE THE STORM

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( I was the child born in the        Manger )

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you were there somewhere

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The hobo in the freight train yard

I was a policemen in them days

She lived in a trailer outside a town

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Someone died


I hope it was me

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The gentle breeze before the storm

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The healing rain


The one that cleans

& washes the broken images away

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if we were truly artists we

Would create a better world

We do the best we can


We are


All that is here