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Aug 2013
Over desperation, grief and isolation,

Over fear, hatred and despair,

Over *******, uselessness and slumber,

On wings like eagles,
Oh! How we soar!

Through love you take me,
Where nothing will compare.

With one word,

"Father"

You bring me through the storm.
Isabelle Rose B
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Isabelle Rose B  Australia
(Australia)   
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