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in death
 a soul is free
 as in dreams
 to journey at will
 
 
she came to you
 wove her fingers
 through yours
 as you walked
 
in death
 a soul is free 
 to speak her heart
 or hear all thoughts
 
she heard your
 inutterable words
 escaping your lips
 as you heard hers
 
o sweet one
 o loved one
 she woke up
 in your arms
 
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