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Moreso than most,
A gentile and silenced soul, a -
Her spirit lingers
Softly, without asking -
I wish I could close my eyes
And fall asleep safely in your arms -
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Your light shines so bright above me
Guiding my footsteps -
To walk by you
Watch you wonder if it was really me -
For one second I lost my will to live
Then you picked me up and carried me home -
I think the time is right
To write for you -
For India is where my father will be next year
He'll be touring the curry-scented plains
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