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Even then, morning meant thumbing through pages of home and you and me

Early light on the sea looks something like when the meadow is tossed in the

breeze

Even now, bent and bowed, built them to look like the faces of our father’s

house

Mother’s words hang like birds, circling over the church on the edge of town

And still, we are carrying pictures that cover the walls of our hearts

And still, we are lying and looking for traces of grace in the stars

Even now, waiting round

The lilies will bloom and a southern wind will sound

You to me, a red ruby tree

Fired by your faith in the spring and summer ease

And still, we are burying letters and photographs deep in the yard

And still, we are keeping them there like they’re lighting our way in the dark

Keeping them there like they’re lighting our way in the dark

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