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Feb 2011
let me find
this sweet
brook with
august light
in her eyes
where we
can go and
cast our sails
beyond the
sparkling stars
now that
we are
yearning to
sail away
through the
sacred hands of
the Byzantine sun and
that breakthrough
has begone
Written by
Stu Harley
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