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| Journey Of Love Preparing for our journey to that mountain where you stay, on that multi colored hillside where skies are always grey. We're bringing lots of flowers; each one holds our love so true. Anticipation builds inside and fills this empty place for you. Many times we journey there and always it is the same, we feel we’re going to see you perception is to blame. I kneel to place the flowers; touch your name upon the stone Reality speaks through my tears… “that’s all there is…time to go on home." © Donna Lynn Eaton 07 September 2005 |
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