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The Guardian 2

In the waters of our birth, earthen water to submerse,
I touch with honor in my palm, hand to head, hand to heart,
Head to head.

You know my thoughts, you see my face, reflections only
In this place; your eye goes still, my spirit prays,
We live our grace.

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