Each angel has a voice it's own,Vocally distinct,Even as it longs for home,Lured to Being's brink.Yet billions, billions sing as one,Nearer than they think.
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About Me
- Lovetarian
- Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you wake in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush, Of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die.
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