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Oct 11
morning
laying in bed
unable to move
trying to find the words
to let go of you
thought I was there
oh such a fool
what I need now
is the greatest of tools
a source with no end
a well that never stops
a joy that protects from light and dark
He who never sleeps
He who never slumbers
He who is always there watching over us
He can help me let go of you
remember the greatness beyond us two
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