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Apr 2017
Cutting through the waves
Wind blows me so far away
Just another day

Slicing through the breeze
Time stands still for all to hear
The silence begins

Coursing through daylight
Set my sails and my rudder
To the edge of night

The birds they do sing
All the world is listening
A song of great hope

Riding on the tide
The world passes slowly by
Now washed on the waves
Richard Grahn
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Richard Grahn  58/M/Chicago
(58/M/Chicago)   
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