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Jun 2013
all the dust of a room makes memories reappear
when it takes so long to clean you find things that never seem to leave
If I’m a cloud of smoke in the wind
then your the rain that makes me

I’ll take a trip around the world
Just to say I’ve been somewhere
Just to find out all I’ve been doing
Is loving to come home now and again

Finding time to say you have none
Is a way of wasting time
Sit and watch the cloud that makes us
Sit and watch our transformation into light
Hersch Rothmel
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