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And the preacher said to me:
"Will you take this man?" "I will. I'll take him away, from all of you, from your judging eyes, from your prying ears and your pointing fingers. I will carry him and offer the support of my shoulders until he regains his wings. I will sing him a lullaby and he will dream of hot summers, gentle springs, carnations and me. And when he can fly I will show him the cloud that was his home and he'll discover the piece of heaven that was missing from his heart. "Bless you my children" said the preacher, and disappeared into the morning light reflected in your eyes.
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