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Spirit moving me through the night,

Watch as my wings unfold

As I head for the light

Perhaps to meet dreams untold.



See trails of tears

Floating in my wake.

Only lessons of yesterday

For my own growth’s sake.

But now it’s time to play.



With the wind at my back

I point to the future.

My visions of these things

Can never be too pure,

But accept what fate brings.



Spirit takes me to nearly daybreak.

The journey’s been fine

Across this Great Lake.

This placid lake of mine.