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Feb 2014
She sees me purely as I am

She sees the art behind the suffering

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There is a magic in the woods

(There is a child lost somewhere)

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There are no greater men then me

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There is a LADY  of the dream

There is a story that cannot be told

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I saw you when you thought none could see

I hold what you think is not remembered

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I know you as a sacred thing

I know you as you know me

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(Wondrous visions of purity )
Written by
jeffrey robin
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