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Ivadell you held is in your arms that day |
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But look at how tiny me and matthew both were |
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You so strong and full of grace |
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What stories these pictures can tell |
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Of days when we bathed brightly in the sun |
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The medicine of laughter everywhere |
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Ivadell I held you in my thoughts that day |
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And wish that they were arms when you were frail |
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And passing from this place |
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What stories your paintings told boys |
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Of hills too steep to climb ascended |
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And hearts that were not afraid |
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To flap their wings and fly |
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But you are safe now and effortlessly breathing |
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Where new weather will fall on you |
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Your fears break like waves |
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Foaming into themselves |
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Disappearing into the sea |
