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From whence you came It matters not. The truth is that you're here. Your mission now Will be revealed In sunshine and in tear.
You'll travel here, And travel there. You'll speak of many things. You'll reach the end Of your stay here With a flutter of angel wings.
Your journey then Will take you far, You'll learn of glories fair. When you return You'll tary not, But visit everywhere.
You'll shed your light Upon the souls Of people far and near. And when you rest Within your self You'll worry not, nor fear.
For misery, and loneliness, They'll be no part of you. For you'll have found The peace within, Beyond the sky of blue.
Nancy Tate August 7, 1998
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