William Lindenmuth Biography

I thought that I was here before
And may have passed this way
It all looks so familiar
The returning of a day
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On a distant shore
She stands alone
Her arms outstretched
I walk her home
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The joy of love over takes me
It bends reshapes to make me
It warms me from the inside out
It creates a certain look upon my face
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Each morning is a blessing
A sunrise that we’ve earned
Another day to live again
Another lesson learned
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Listen to the voice of a child
You will hear the wisdom of the ages
A book ready to be written
Filled with many unwritten pages
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