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Monday, June 12, 2006

Fly high, little one, above the stormy clouds

They threaten, they attempt to bring you down.

But I will not let the darkness enfold.

Here, you are safe, in this Haven where I hold

You up on the winds and close to Sun

Fly high, fly free, fly to Me, little one.

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