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SPIRIT
Alone at the head of the stairs I sit with head in hand trying now to somehow see what I just can not understand Back and forth my memory races shooting through my broken heart tears are falling from my eyes in my soul is where it starts A spirit of days gone by came to visit for awhile to take away a sadden heart and replace it with a smile A gentle giving spirit sat with me and told me much then flew softly away and left a tender touch
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