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Things We Meant to Do
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Love Swept into dreams, lovely themes,
thoughts of islands and you;
of flowerlet leis, and ocean sprays,
and things we meant to do.
We wanted to climb a mountain sublime
and try to touch the sky;
hear heaven sing, touch angel wings,
together, you and I.
Soaring in light, reaching so high,
God called, but only one;
leaving memories sweet, you went to meet
our paradise alone.
From a garden loft, with a song so soft,
I can see the sweet Manu;
angel songs rise, and blue butterflies,
and the wind, my darling, is you.
