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Apr 2018
Maybe you can see grace
In this misty place
Around the bridge
Or up on a mountain ridge

Maybe in a glistening river
Filled with gold and silver
Within the flowing rain
Or mankind's chains?

Can we find her in darkness
Or only the light?
When life is a mixture
Like grace - a passing gesture?
DuBray
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