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| So She May Hear |
| Hillside walk above the sea, memories, songs wash over me. Every breath and every thought, there is no place where she is not. Bright sun, blue sky, so crisp and clear, I sing my songs, so she may hear. Genesse Bourdeau Gentry |
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| So She May Hear |
| Hillside walk above the sea, memories, songs wash over me. Every breath and every thought, there is no place where she is not. Bright sun, blue sky, so crisp and clear, I sing my songs, so she may hear. Genesse Bourdeau Gentry |