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Claid my skin in silver, so that I can shine.

The world reflects off me, highlighting what is mine.

What is lost to some is home to others.  How can anywhere truely be lost?  It can only be unfound.

The ground breaths under my feet, and the sky sings.

The ground breaths under my soul, and the angels spread their wings.

The ground breaths under my eyes, in long happy sighs.

The ground breaths under my heart, and it opens up my eyes.

The green willows heart is open,

A butterfly glides out from within.

Standing watch over its twin,

In the mirror it knows nothing of sin.