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i no longer know the difference
between the river in my dream
and what's flowing away
during day
my news is no news
since i will not return
with gold in my pockets
my horse died on the way
of thirst, but i lived
and drank all the beauty
for him, mile after mile
i walked
if you hear that music
we both love and see
two swallows fly down
looking for home
that's my letter to you
letting you know how free
love can be & how music
diminishes the distance
between two
skies
----May, 2004
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