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And Through It All
( there is Grace )
each day, when I think of all the Moments and Memories kept from
ever knowing their beginning or end, just because my self-centered
regard for your Presence in my life placed you there, instead of Here,
it breaks my heart, again . . .
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for nigh on seven Summers . . .
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