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| 641. The Light I stood before the precipice of my life My soul surrounded by things cold and gray No warmth did I feel encompassed in a fog The will to remain so difficult with each passing day Although my eyes were open I could not see Life was hidden in the passage of things unimportant My dreams were once filled with the need to aspire Never did I once ponder on what living truly meant Yet through it all I felt the comfort of your strength No sight more beautiful then your smiling face When I succumbed to dismay and felt so alone Your gentle voice reminded me of your loving grace It is only now that I know what the light is we seek For life seems to blind us all in so many different ways Only now do I see that love is the light we search for Fortunate am I to have you with me as we share our days |
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