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I come to you as a southern breeze,
with a whisper to stir the summer leaves I come to you as a drop of rain, symbol of the tears guarding your pain. I come to you as a golden beam, To shed light on beauty yet unseen I come to you as the morning dew, Each day begins fresh, a time to start new I come to you a voice against fear, With nary a word you will know I’m here I come to you with your surrender, to fulfill desires, so sweet and tender. I come to you when shadows surround, when the voice of hope makes not a sound. I come to you as the will to stand tall, I am the human spirit that dwells in us all.
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