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By Joan O'Reilly

His spirit is too wild and free for earth
He soars on the wind like an eagle
He rides on the tails of comets
                                    across the midnight sky
He swings on the edges of the crescent moon
And always, always he is love
He lives and grows in the love between the 2 of you
And in the love you give to others

                        Dakota

 

 

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