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I wish I had know that how we spent our long days meant something other than drab windows in a pea colored room. You said You wanted to fly; that the world was your sky. Little was known of how you lost your wife. I took you from the drab life inside. And you climb the ledge waiting for your sky to take flight. A dive more elegant than a setting sun. You finally found your sky. And flew....

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