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The Smallest Light
Like stone, my heart feels heavy in my chest
Rainclouds overhead mirror the haze that permeates my mind
Marked by silence, the path I walk is worn and narrow
A forgotten heart left behind in blissful ignorance
The worn and narrow path once shared, now all but forgotten
Bruised, but not broken, I will myself to carry on
Like autumn leaves, one season falls away into the next
Faint, but steady, the smallest light warms deep into my soul
The stone lifted, I walk in silence, but never alone
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