The Feeling

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Sandy eyes flutter to bright sunlight
Gazing dryly through streaked glass
God’s emerald palm reaching out
As I almost take it I listen out
And hear an angel’s sweet melody
Coming from the treetops
And now, as the moon phases over and over
All I have to wish for,
To dream about
Is to feel that way again





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