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Published: September 12, 2018
Speed to your soul as it leaves this world,
Wind to your wings as they open to fly.
There is magic in your heart
And I will always remember it.
There is kindness in your eyes
And I will always remember it.
Rest now,
Worry not.
We'll all be fine.
You did your best.
You did what no one else could.
Given that which was not your own,
You were the world to me.
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For my step father on his passing. 
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