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glory
She wades waist deep
Into the perfect stream
Everything glistens
And the water ripples softly
Some leaves drip drip
And others pass slowly by
It is all so dreamy
As the before the gates of
A place of resting
She listens now to the wind
Creeping through the air
It seems she has found her mother
Her soul at least to hold
It doesn't wail
No woeful sounds pass
Through spirit lips
She only feels her kindness
And the warmest of fingertips
The woman leaves the water
Little streams blind her eyes
She allows them to flow a little longer
Then wipes them away as she whispers goodbye
