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As the soft
breezes blow
touch ny face
gently parting
away the past.

you seek me.

In the sighing
of the leaves
songs so sweetly
sang
the angels listen
in envy.

you soothe me.

As the clouds
drift away
the sun parts
the sky
heats up the
day

you warm me.

When the moon
comes out
lights up the
night sky

you touch me. 

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