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Nov 2013
Which of you are not my ex
Which of you hold my hand without a plan 
God is inside that light 
That I see 
Of compassion calm and forgiveness 
Burns bright into my eyes 
Heavens gate can't you see
Weren't all meant to be crazed like the sea 
The trees 
And the beings
That come from 
the light 
the sun 
and where it all begun
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