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you were the master
of all you could see
and I was a whisper
born of the breeze
you were the storm
that rocked me to sleep
I was the sound
of the trees

you were breath
beginning again –
the long sweet call
of the soul
I was a drink
of rivers to come
from mountain tops
did I roll

to find you
an always ~
destined they said
but I dared believe
you were more
than a place I’d discovered
remembered me new

you were forever
and I was before

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