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We know to weave our dreams
Branching off from that one tree
So it can survive our weight
Hold us out like a torch to the sky
If we go off this trail
We know to pick up from here again
Through roots that travel deep
And know how to survive the drought
Over the phone, face-to-face
We’ll never run out of words to say
Vera
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