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Thank God For You |
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NOTES:
Written February 21, 1998.
Sometimes days on end of no sunlight can get me down, as often
happens in the winter. I feel alone in the world and I slip out
of the present, longing for yesterday or wishing for tomorrow and
missing what is right in front of me. There are people in my
life who can raise my spirits just by my thinking about them. My
dear friend Kastasha is one of those special souls. This is for
her. |
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