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Jan 2016
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Oh sweet young afternoon

And we were dancing

On the rise

)(


The free wind blowing

Carrying

All

The Seed

where they'd survive

)(

Oh my love !

Oh my love !

)(


dreams they form before evening

Comes

So there can be an understanding

That no harm can come to you

That cannot be cleansed with gentle healing


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Written by
jeffrey robin
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