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| A wooden desk against the wall Its folding top now locked no more, For the dreams it held within its drawers (Written in a girlish scrawl) Were laid aside the day you died Yet in the sharing my soul has cried. Hidden secrets now shared with you Silent yearnings 1 never knew. Now sifting through your wistful dreams My heart finds peace in what your dying means Love and longing now fulfilled Impossible yearnings now are stilled. God has touched you with His hand And taken you to the Promised Land Where all your dreams have gathered fruit Sweet, sweet dreams of tender youth. |
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| © Helen Catherine Cramer From book Tomorrow's Dawn |
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