Your Voice
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Juan Olivarez
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I hear your voice,
Anytime,
Of the day or night.
I hear it on the breeze,
In the morning,
In the singing of the song birds.
I hear it,
In the rustling of leaves,
That fall gently, to the ground.
I hear your voice,
In my dreams, still,
It is my alarm clock.
I hear your voice,
Calling my name,
After all these years, I hear it.
I still,
Hear your voice.
I'll always love you, mom, always.
12/6/10 Alton Texas
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