Travelling Back 10/09/26

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A View From Above

When I'm gone remember me in sunshine,

and the hum of mountain bees.

See me in the surging foam,

and windswept crashing seas.

Think of me in moonlight that casts the shadows long,

and sing of me in drifting bars of old and rowdy songs.

Hear me in the laughing wind that shakes the bows above,

and know that you can call me back,

with all the power of your love.

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