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The reflection of stained glass colors your face. |
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The light of day echoes your skin. |
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Giving summer's beauty, the rightness of warmth. |
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These words in your mouth |
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Bring the sadness of a thousand winters. |
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Confusion builds a fire. |
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The smoke must clear to see and breathe. |
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The magic contained in the braiding of your hair. |
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A spirit entwined in ritual knowing. |
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A gift, a token of the unexplained. |
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A grief that haunts me |
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To the ends of my mind. |
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Confusion builds a fire. |
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The smoke must clear to see and breathe. |
