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The spirit of my Father
Moved inside my head
Talking to me quietly
Of things that were unsaid
For we were on an island
Where his blood was in the sand
He asked about his loved ones
And the answers there he found
Then his spirit left forever
For where, I do not know
I had given him his ticket
And he was free to go.
-Colin Prior
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