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I stare blindly at the ceiling,
blinded by tears of sorrow.
seeing all, but seeing nothing,
unmindful of tomorrow.
Where has the love gone?
So professed some years ago?
I hold the bundle of joy in one,
grateful for the chance to glow.
Go now, my beloved,
follow where your heart leads you.
when you reach the 'dead end',
We are here -home- waiting for you.
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