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like sunshine through the rain, you move me do you even know? when i hide my face from you does it show? in the afterimage behind closed eyes burned indelibly deep you lie in state away, awaiting only the next moment when i open my eyes and i can be resolved to you in an after-image when the edges fade and die away but they're born anew each time i lay eyes on you. © 2003, h e a t h . h o u s t o n |