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Poem By Andy Purdy the Graven

My tears rush into rivers.
My breath makes the wind.
My mind, my hope, my soul,
They make me real.
An echo in my mind, a thought,
Says that my eye is the sun,
The other is the moon.
For they shine, so I may see.
My warm flesh breathes like fire.
My tears fall like the rain.

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