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I look into the eyes of the past. What was it those eyes could see? Whatever it was is fading fast Like the sun sliding into the sea. I take the hand of the past. What lives that hand has carried However held were not held fast And now are dead and buried. I hold the past in my arms at last And rock her gently, so gently to sleep. Her dreams are like a broken fast Or a promise she cannot keep. . [click on the voiceover link above to listen to this song]
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Nearly unbearable. Your voice made it even harder.
Simply magical! Incredibly powerful.