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Feb 2016
It's still me

My memories tell me so
As do the winds that blow
And the lands where I may someday go

Though

Melting ice gathers at my feet
And I feel the fire burning heat

It's still me

Time passing the only difference
Yet what I claim to know now
Will someday be known as my ignorance
As it was when I once thought I knew
Why the winds blew
Over the land where I once grew
Into a life that once was new
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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   Cecil Miller
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