Song of Love

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When we give a thought of blessing it's as though a candle's lit And the light that passes from it starts a tiny little flame In the one who takes the gift. The reflection of this flame within, then re-connects in us And though it's deep within us, and rebounds without a fuss In spite of that it's magical, because it reaffirms That though we may seem yards apart, this really cannot be If what I give connects in you, then re-connects in me. It must be that there lies beyond the life that I can view A bigger life, more glorious than anything I knew.

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