While Here...
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Mark Heathcote
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While here run through tall meadows
while here smell the scent of flowers
while here feel the beat of a bird's wing
while here touch the tingling snows.
While gazing up at the moon
while here sit in the arms of a tree
while here count at midnight the stars
and thank yours, mine are still ours.
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