seven heavens X two

I see the sky,
where there grass grew ‘neath us,
wait for the wind,
that then—and still us reaches,
sit near the place,
there, we once sat, sweet, smiling—
and I think for you:
our grace lives on here, long shinning—

enough to light the way on for all true, through,
save that I saved a song but just for you.

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