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With gentle wings
you leave my hand, lifting towards the sun. Through tears I smile, my soul knowing the winter of pain does pass. Through tempest and freezing sun I gripped you tight, bending wings I cherished, even though I knew the season to set you free passed long and long ago. Yesterday the first spring wind brushed through my soul and its whispers turn you loose today. For the voice of the warm sweet breeze... it was his instead of yours.
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