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In the steam day and the silence of night,
I think of the past and the now.
How can I love deeply and refine
the very essence of my heart.
I start with the dark and run to the light.
In it illumines peace.
Sweet healing and mending.
Thoughts gust in and work the mind.
No fickle wind can make me whole.
I can't give in and I can't fight.
I only live or parish.
The balance in the steam of day,
and the silence of night gives life.
I give thanks.
"If you have the chance to sit it out or dance, I just say Dance." writen by Mark Sanders recorded by LeeAnn Womack