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i walked along
a winter path –
the one beneath
your window

no light shone,
yet, still the glow
of fireflies from
your bedroom

i waited long
‘neath cedar boughs
where night birds
sang of love

softly slipped
into our dream,
our warm embrace
remembered

landscapes traced
throughout the night.
Love will Light us
back to Home

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