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Jan 2014
You were once my lighthouse,
shining over the darkened sea
Now the light has gone out,
only memory guides me
Beacons flashing,
waves crashing
Where can I go from here?
My view is corrupted by tales of the past
My lighthouse, my saviour,
make my time last
michelle
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michelle  Canada
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