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Jan 10
Through the lens of love, everything becomes beautiful
You see the peace in the midst of the storm
The attractiveness of scarlet in lava
Sweet songs from birds of prey
And good intentions from an awful lover
At any rate, something’s should not be viewed  
Without the lens of truth to accompany love
Junior McIntyre
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Junior McIntyre
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   Elizabeth J
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