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Nov 2015
The echoes of my footsteps are so far away
I will never know if they will ever be found
Like stars awakening one by one
Or watching light moving east to west
The fear of mortality will never make a sound

I saw tears draped as dew on a green meadow
Glistening memories of the past upon your soul
Like candles burning a hole in the night
Or the sun making red the ocean blue
We will try to make our broken hearts whole
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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   g clair, ryn and Eiliv Advena
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