59. Light

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I run and I run and I run
to the spot of white so wide,
I run and I run and I run
faster than the wind and tide.

I run and I run and I run
to the spot that grows inside,
I run and I run and I run
to the hands that once lied.

I run and I run and I run
towards what people pride,
I run and I run and I run
until the light explodes inside.

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