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I Came to See You Shine

I've come 40 miles of bad road
Just to see you shine.
I've traversed the tactless valley
To see this silver line;
You're the flickering candle
In that corner after dark,
The lighthouse on the rocky shore
Guiding the ships to beach.


You shine...

Your destiny is written across the stars
And don't believe otherwise.


I've come this far to see you smile,
To see the bright light
That's my hope for the night.


I came to see you shine,
That my heart may be gladdened,
That my doubts and fears,
And the nightmares that haunt my dreams
In your bright light may cease to be.


I came to see you shine,
To see the light,
The beacon in the storm,
The southern star,
I came to know peace,
To understand the bright light that won't dim,

I came to see you shine.


*****30th November 2004*****

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The Vulture does not eat grass.
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