become with nature
that which you choose to nurture
become that wild beast
that which you fear the least

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if the memory fades
it's because you pulled down the shades
if the memory lingers
it's because you clasp it in your fingers
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I hold
the thoughts of you
I hold
you in my arms

I hold
the sights and sounds
I hold
you in my arms

I hold
your face in my hands
I hold
you in my arms

I hold
you dear to my heart
I hold
you in my arms

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I thought of you as an onion
let's get to peeling those layers

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you make the wind
the wind is in your eyes

you make the sun shine
the light is in your eyes

you make the moon glow
the reflection is in your eyes

you make me smile
when my face is in your eyes///Dan Harder

Very nice Tryyvill