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My love—when the spirit calls, and your soul departs,
Like sand, flowing with the beautiful wind,
@ The Ocean, it would break my heart:
Yet, memories of great songs, you have place in my soul,
Will help me to rise like a brilliant, rare, masterpiece,
Perfective art!
My love—when the spirit calls, and say, ‘it’s time!’
Let me be strong and my tears will not be too many,
For I have been given, another chance, to sing, speak,
Of your merciful, beaming, magnificent love, that we will,
Meet again, somehow, with your beautiful songs,
That help me, to stand, rise and smile!
Empress Journee
