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I have seen the years run their course
between the tears and the tales of old that run from your eyes crystal blue down across your cheeks their fiery hue Tears that have encircled the past places that you shall never leave Times in which your mind does cleave Never to forget, not even a single word. Yes the world has been hard tortured your mind, your heart bore you upon the wind so high left within you the tears you cry, Love that most simplest essence of life that made you whole as a wife You bound your steps and made your way Upon the flowers of yesterday. I was there when nature tore apart wrecked the universe from your heart left a world shattered to the illusion of life Held open the wounds that echoed strife You stood there, glaring out for hope in a sea so turbulent that you couldn't cope yet you lived, you gave all a woman could More than what any person should. I look back across the years divide see the person that within at times you hide The little girl that so wanted to live instead her all she was destined to give Across the pain and yes, bitter years where well has flooded those worn, torn tears I still know the woman that here holds all the love that within her bold reaches out to all she has ever had The children that makes her within so glad And there holds her dreams. Alisdaire O'Caoimph
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