Will the body stand the pain
The blue sky is clouding over
Their words are not my words
Neither can I read their music
But I can close my eyes
I can feel the breeze
Wafting through my fine mop of hair
And I can feel for those not with me
That is my discipline
To think to write a letter
Yet not a letter for posterity
Instead a letter to hold on to love
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