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My Mind's Curio
In souvenirs of my mind's curio
when we were young butterflies
of crystal glass reflecting light
and now memories of happiness
mountain high in tenderness
lost in thought of your shadow
of God's impresario
where angels fly
in souvenirs of my mind's curio
when we were young butterflies
of crystal glass reflecting light
and now memories of happiness
mountain high in tenderness
lost in thought of your shadow
of God's impresario
where angels fly
in souvenirs of my mind's curio
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