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Nov 2013
When I see shapes
there are not shapes of should be
but of shapes of things to come
so take my hand
and walk with me in all the stars
of this universe we call our own.

Can you now see all the stars
what are you going to do
when you see you lady struggling
in this sea of light
hold my hand tight
there, there you will be alright
in this universal sea ofย ย NIGHT.
I think we all go there, just for the light?  PAUL :-)
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
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