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Time doesn't always heal. It just breathes and swallows memories. Like the seasons change - Sending showers; beating flowers
Into the mud. And nothing is forever in this place. Nothing but the way my heart fits in your hands; The held breath of hope; And the sweet lingering taste of grace. How blessed we are for crying now, for we will laugh someday…and how.
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yes. yes, we can.
