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A DAY LAYE””Every dawn of our lives a heart is forged andLinked with lore to one so similarBorn with blessed life dustStored beneath its soulTo bless and pass onto its childrenEven though the wind may blow it all awayDon’t ever worry ‘cos I’m your friend.

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