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When I am
failing
Can no longer sing
Brush past
me softly
With
butterfly wings
Gentle
reminder
Of Your
tender care
Whisper like
velvet
That You are
still There
Touches from
Heaven
So different
they seem
I always
notice
Awake in a Dream
Flashes of Beauty
One brush of
Your Love
Hope, like a
butterfly
Rises Above
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