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Hills, Valleys, Life
When storms of today have blown away Hills and valleys of my mind Is where I go and want to stay. Reflections of yesterday seem clear Life lived each day is always near. What stops me from doing foolishly? Merely my mind watching over me. Storms will rumble around in the head Words and memories can be left unsaid Hold them close and hold them dear Hoping that your soul will show no fear.
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