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………………………….is grace
I miss the softness of her face,
My father I long, to embrace,
They both have found, their divine place,
I wish to meet them in a quiet place,
My memories trace—the journey;
That took me far away, from their heart,
When we part;
Truth and lies I confront face-to-face,
Now nothing can tear us apart,
Love has begun to find a safe place,
in my heart.
Empress Journee