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All the sunlight
in her heart dances laughing in her eyes:
Eyes that see the things to come,
the past and future all as one,
Eyes that notice so much more than
mine.
Are these wings I see or arms? Not
an angel, still she flies
To places no one else may know, where
she leaves the world below,
And leaves me here to wait another
time
Until Madame Soleil comes to play,
and with her comes the Sun,
Until the doors of soft and silence
gather her away.
We may meet from time to time to
share the secrets that we find.
To know that life and change are
one, not to be but to become.
She only stays to seek another
sign.
And then Madame Soleil goes her
way, and with her goes the Sun,
And the doors of soft and silence
close another day.
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