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Today I found my heart
It was where it has always been from the start
It crept out without cuing
I may have had a slight part in the doing
The situation could have been dim
But I took the reins and lit the light within 

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I can remember as a child
How it felt to be free
It’s been many years since I was there
But I am still me
Life moves on as I stand still
Even though I seem motionless
Days continue like the spinning of the wheel
I touch the new day with softness
It seems so fragile
The child in me returns
I hope it will be here for awhile
All the memories unwind
Spinning thoughts move in and out
A new innocence is what I find
The days continue to come
As I move with the flow
The child in me is free once again
This is what I know

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There is a girl named Ruth
She always believed in the Truth
Down a path she did move
Finding her own groove
It is a new journey she now will walk
...Many doors she will unlock
There may be a twist and turn
This is only how she'll learn
Follow your own she says to you
To your own self be true

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Sleep
Whispers
The Night Comes
Dreaming Begins
Caresses
Quiet
Sleep

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Oh...Mirror, mirror on the door.
Will I move with grace for sure?
Only time will tell the truth.
Indeed, that is the word from Ruth.

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The wind blew across my face
It whispered it's cause
To you my friend we'll dance
In a world made of fog
I cannot see you I cried
Spinning with the wind
It whispered to me
I can see you my friend
I began to smile
And raise my arms high
We danced in delight
My friend and I

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Woke up at Two
Couldn't sleep a wink
Reading Facebook posts
With a little water to drink
Came across one
That spoke of a Haunt
Not sure what to think
It's not something I would want
Then I realized
I was not alone
For with me now
Is a ghost of my own

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Today I was brought a ball
Play with me I hear Marley call
We ran outside and fresh air we breathed
Today will be good, the blues are freed...

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