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A Song

'tis true, you know
That time does flow
Like mountain streams
Or childhood dreams

Each year comes round
New treasures found
Along rocky trails
Or on high seas to sail

Or along pathways fair
With the speed of a hare
Footsteps light and free
Grand vistas to see

And the year rolls by
On wings does it fly
What was, now is not
And dreams come to naught

Yet somewhere within
Deep, secret, and hidden
Lies that essence, true
That is the real you

Undimmed by the passage
Unchanged by any message
It shines like a star
Glowing bright and afar

And as I draw near
To the one I love dear
With each passing year
It becomes ever more clear
That to her I must steer
Eyes undimmed by tears
Heart devoid of fear
Eyes open, like a seer

For what is more precious and good and holy
On this mortal coil that we call the Earth
Than the day on which and Angel and Queen became lowly
And entered this place through a thing we call birth

Truly, I am grateful
For in you
In your eyes
In your soul
In your voice
In your love
I feel, and I know
That God loves me.

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