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Time passes quietly

As the wings of Angels' flutter in the night

While they roam the earth searching

For souls awaiting Heaven.

A bright and shining star they collect

The star of the soul which burns bright

As we leave this earth for Heaven.

All we leave behind is our reflection

In the memories of those we loved

Of those who loved us.

A reflection in time.




Deb's Place



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