The years go by,
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| "North Star Night, Mountains, Porch Lights" oil, by V....Vaughan |
and her light is still on.
Her eyes still shine like sunrise,
and her cheeks are roses
in an everlasting spring.
Send some words her way,
and she’ll welcome and care for them.
Hold your sorrow out,
and she’ll surround it
with understanding.
If you want her attention,
just whisper,
just breathe in and breathe out.
She’s still around.
Her hand’s held out.
She’ll leave the light on.
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