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Thy soul is the window to one's eyes.
there's times to show.
With the inner third eye thiers aplace to .
give and not say.
Should you touch the inner eye and cry
there's a person who's realy shy.
In all the world thier's some thing mystic in every one.
Fearing whats there and not wanting to share its all in us too.
With taught words and sort hearts.
this world would be great.
Now none of should ever tempt fait.
for all is thier in our faith.
cousiuos minds and binding thoughts
this whole truning is just ending in reward.
copy@rights
by
Susan Heim
time writen 10.35pm
Tuseday 30th april
2002
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