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Nov 2017
remind me of the peace
that comes in with a wave
and stays close when it's saved
and not forgotten

then tell me of the sounds i hear
when no one is around i fear
and nothing's bound to nothing
and quiet's begotten

remind me of the tribal march
when clouds stay close and keep in touch
and worries and woes just turn to dust

then tell me of the orange sky
that god brushed out without a try
and put on canvas for you and i
to revel
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