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Dec 2009
A sparrows chirp becomes an eagles loud cry
The whispering leaves, a lullaby
A ray of light, the clouds above
A few sweet words considered love
Reality is clear, sometimes sad but true
Like illusions in a looking glass
You are me,  I am you
Written by
Dot Callari
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