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Fly High (a poem for Lynnea) With passion akin to a brightest spark, she moves Swathing the floor beneath her in flames of delirious blue She rises from the heat, an angel spreading ethereal wings As the world dissolves in sacred fire, she sings Of days past and sorrows lived; the sweet misery of tears She touches the face of heaven, dissipating all her fear And when her feet touch down to earth, she lets the pain run dry For she is a child of eternal grace and will forever fly
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