Everywhere I
remember sage and I
A song of winter being
sung to me
Evening sparrow,
the theater from years ago
Words of comfort in good company
I take my
freedom I make it into meaning
My moon, my mother,
watching over me And I have learned to rest
Roaming in my Sunday's best A vision fading into reverie
In this lifetime I'll be somebody
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