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Sight
Woven from the same, as streaming from the wings, where flight has risen high, where whispers voice and sing. Upon the lily petal, caressed by water clear, a winged beauty hovers, her light is seen so near. A cloak of brightness glows, she flies across the night, reminding even in the dark, flight's light gives way to sight. Raine Les 5/16/2009 |
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...I hold My dreams are denied I can`t find a place where I belong I`m lying to myself And it`s weakening my sight Open up my troubles wide But, the feeling is not right......
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Sight Woven from the same, as streaming from the wings, where flight has risen high, where whispers voice and sing. Upon the lily petal, caressed by water clear, a winged beauty hovers, her light is seen so near. A cloak of brightness glows, she flies across the night, reminding even in the dark, flight's light gives way to sight. Raine Les 5/16/2009 |
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