Reflections
In the Reflections that each held my deepest thoughts that come to Me. An While every month She'd faithfully clean the window of glass for those brilliantly green leaves. And as I stare from in that cold room facing that looming Ol’ tree. The leaves share their secrets only to fall after the spring. So why must the memories scar so deeply so true. She answered its Behind the window with the Reflections of a soul that belongs to You
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