Come on out

Rest my heart, your fabulous heart rich with kisses from heaven,

rest your thoughts, pick berries, eat sweet raw tender leaf made by the fingers of God,

Yomargey’s yard where she visited autumn she said.

Life will pass its days in ways that surprise you & me; sunbathe your tears.Rest my heart, your fabulous heart

rich with kisses from heaven.

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