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Brooke Fraser Albertine

I just spoke silence with the seeker next to me She had a heart with hesitant, halting speech That turned to mine and asked belligerently "What do

If to distant lands I scatter If I sail to farthest seas Would you find and firm and gather 'til I only dwell in Thee? If I flee from greenest pastures

Walking,stumbling on these shadowfeet toward home,a land that i've never seen I am changing: less and less asleep made of different stuff than when i

Love, where is your fire? I've been sitting here smoking away making signals with sticks and odd ends and bits, but there's no sign of a flame Imposters