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she was an icon the first time i saw her looking back over one bare shoulder the small photograph illustrating her in muted colors thumbnail image of perfect harmonies her name emblazoned in small type but great things come from such small beginnings roads the heart start out as a trail in the forest of humanity hard to see where the path leads winding its way thru mystery's soulful words written there guide but false trails can leave a man weary of the chase mistaken paths can lead to dead-ends i followed the light the she gives i heard the song she was saying now she sleeps beside me wrapped gently in my arms such true paths of the heart make this life worth living such beautiful days we have spent our road plain before us in laughing joys simplicity