| Saw a woman on the street
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| I thought it was my mother
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| It caught my breath but when she turned
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| I could see it was another
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| Grief encounters tricks of light
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| How I wish for things with all my might
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| But birds keep gathering for flight
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| But will return when the time is right
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| Today I sense that all is near
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| Ever more and soon to be
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| Within us and between us is
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| Everything we need
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| I press my palm tree after tree
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| To feel the weight of time
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| Light came down in silver threads
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| All mixed with rain and pine
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| Now I don’t know and never will
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| What rises in the evening still
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| How empty cups keep getting filled
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| How healing comes and hope refills
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| Today I sense that all is near
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| Ever more and soon to be
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| Within us and between us is
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| Everything we need
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| It’s not out there somewhere that’s right
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| It’s always been right here, hidden in plain sight
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| Everything will go to dust
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| But from the dust returns
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| The leaves drip down without regret
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| As another season turns
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| I dreamt of water every night
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| While you slept and dreamt of air and light
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| And I pray we all find clearer sight
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| And in turning round we come round right
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| Today I sense that all is near
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| Ever more and soon to be
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| Within us and between us is
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| Everything we need |