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A Beautiful Memory
| When I look at the
moon I still dream of you. (It was you who illumined my heart.) Thank you for showing me the way to the river of bliss, that washes away all pain. I was renewed with the promise of you. I was made whole again. And now on my way I walk into another place with my memories as precious treasures. Your face in my mind lifts me up to the holiest of holies. A dream, but one that will stay inside me forever. |
3/8/2001
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