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remembered now this lowly becoming of pulling apart to find you again how I wish I could help you to see places - some other we crossed in our dreaming was there that I found you asleep wrapped in the memory we make of forever truth given purpose much more than this breath destiny comes in forms unexpected faith has no season no worry for death love heeds not warnings for the end is not ending strains not to reason or flesh to defend worlds that would fit in the hand of another time but a picture of a place we begin
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