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Over time we have formed a
more perfect union.
Our names at the
bottom of a license
a quarter of years
ago.
Under time I have walked to
gather your shadow,
white as the snow,
the passion trailing, and
grace on grace.
And time after time I saw
us meet again fresh,
honest, standing
bare, with each other.
It’s you and me
babe.
Gerald the Writer 