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The books you left behind are mine to hold
I read your notes and hear you speak to me
You treasured them as some would treasure gold
They brought you to a place where you were free
From you I learned that in my words there's magic
That beauty can be conjured from the tragic
From you I learned the value of my mind
The greatest gift that you could leave behind
submitted for Magpie Tales 66
