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Alive Lines

(To Ashlea)

Drops of ink as black as night sky
Over paper as white a' snow,
Single moves of a pen quite spry
And so starts a life's flow...

Words 'n' colors quite motionless,
That alone seem to have no role,
That together can form quite the mess,

That together can reach your soul,
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