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-for days which pass the vented soul
one tear held a thousand years unfolds
and streams in multi-colored verses low
voiced by angels in the winds that blow
lift now your small face of time
from where so long your heart was blind
soft flowered cheeks the red of rose
though your heart may speak little did you know
that all the dreams you dreamed were mine.
-David Culver

David T. Culver

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