She
looks kind of like me
I
look kind of like you
Hearts
are hidden angels
Joyful
and true
We
all look like each other
So
get ready to run
As
day honors the moon
Night
honors the sun
A
hand still to hope for
A
palm still to sing
Breath
of my friends
Beneath
lifted wing
Of
spirit and flesh
Shall
we run and never fall?
My
Father once told me
That
love conquers all
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