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If not God, I praytell, Who watches over you? Don't you want protection from the dark? And if not heaven, I praytell, Where will your spirit go, When you finally fall down to the earth? I could show you the water, At least, I could try But you know I struggle with directions- I think we made it last night, All that radical forgiveness and love, A sparkling ocean of it I don't think you drank it, But you swam.

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I have but one more wish to ask the stars, But one more happy prayer to give the sky. So first, a thank you for that joyous night, Our paths were intertwining from the start- So what more could I ever ask for now? When he has made me whole, my final piece, A puzzle of existence is complete, I mustn't get worked up with "why?" and "how?" So let us walk to Phoenix, starting here- A long four years of journey lie ahead, And though the waiting fills us up with dread, I walk beside him, what now shall I fear? My final wish, to God, now I will pray- That he is with me 'til my dying day

A thousand cranes, one summer, flew away, A dawn was broken, with an autumn breeze, And I, being a flower, was afraid, That winter, being cold, would bring a freeze, Yet as the warmth is dying, they will grow, The love, and springtime, deep within my heart, As seasons fade, the colors start to show, A thousand colored romance, here it starts. And may the warmth inside you never die, For flowers need the summer to survive

So what am I supposed to say, When your bold confessions of love Bubble out of your peaceful demeanor? They are so beautiful, like roses, And when I reach out to take them I get stung a little by the doubt in my mind- Could it be true, could it be true? Ah, but who am I to not believe you? You who has wrapped your arms around me, You who has told me that I am, indeed, beautiful, You who has shown me love- More love than I am worth- How could I ever doubt your words? How could I ever doubt you? So what can I say, other than "likewise," Or "the same goes for you?" I am no poet- At least, not like you are- The words don't flow naturally through me, They instead must be coaxed out Like holding your hand to a cat That is normally too shy to greet you. So what can I say, other than "I love you," Or "you mean the world to me?" What else is there to say, anyway, That could possibly convey how I feel? What else is there to say, anyway, When you make me feel like music sounds, When you make me feel like chocolate tastes, When you make me feel like the sun on my skin After opening the window on a cold winter's morning? Words and warmth are not the same, But you, You are overflowing with both.

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A year to grow and 16 minutes for it to go. It's gone for a reason and that reason is good. All In all this event has raised a total of £157! That's more than I ever imagined. YOU should be proud! THANKYOU X #forjames #charity #ripbeard #justgiving #astepcloserthanbefore #thankyou

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