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Barry Nolin | ||||||||||||||||||
Gaia looked around her garden And found an empty place. She looked upon her creations and Saw your loving face. She saw your path was difficult, as she Closed your weary eyes. She whispered to you "come with me" And gave you wings to fly. It broke our hearts to loose you But you did not go alone. For part of us went with you The day that Gaia called you home.. |
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We can not judge a biography by its length We must judge it by its richness of contents.. Sometimes the 'unfinished's' are among The most beautiful of symphonies... - Author Unknown |
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