In the
image of the picture,
I know
you´re there,
In the
footsteps upon the stair,
I know
you´re there.
In the
drifting of the clouds,
I can
feel your pace,
In that
still quiet place,
I can
see your face.
In the
melody of songs,
I hear
your sweet whispers,
In the
shine of stars, that softly glisters,
I can
hear you dear sister.
In all I
see & in all I hear,
I know
you’re there,
I feel,
hear & see you everywhere,
In these
senses, it´s so much easier to bear.
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