Upon the raven´s wing I see your face,
From the eagle´s call I hear your voice,
In forest´s glade I know your place,
In ocean´s mists your tear I taste, salt & moist
Everywhere you´re felt, seen & heard,
Your image in old man´s milky eye,
In baby´s smile, in new fledged bird,
It is through you that I am truly I.
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