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THE GRACE OF LOVE
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Tenderly, let memory slide
From you to me
And me to you.
Gently, let time's long tide
Wash over me
And over you.
From what remembered things
Are left behind,
From light and dark,
We'll pick and choose and find,
And use the whole to heal and bind
You to me,
And me to you.
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