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Grandson Leon and me
The eyes captured the moment
A gossamer instance
When all was possible,
And the past,
And our future,
Merged.
The hands enveloped the moment
A gossamer instance
When we were one
And the power
And our glory
Merged.
The light suffused the moment
A gossamer instance
When we had no horizon
And the love
And our hopes
Merged.
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