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Today is the one
When you go to the sun
Arms held you long
Now dust becomes song
Notes on the rocks
Jazz with the fox
Hawks soar high above
Whistling the love
Not for you some turtle dove
I carried you here
On my hand a ring
You were only mine for awhile
Too short, the bell rings
Grey snow flies like fires in spring
Now you become earth, water, and wing
copyright 2008
Gloria
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