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Rehab LAST --- salute



This is not a fearful whisper in the darkness
It is the light and the open windows
And the fresh air:



I shall salute the sun again
I shall salute the brook flowing in me
I shall salute the clouds carrying my thoughts
I shall salute my mother, living in the mirror
And reflects my old age.
I shall salute the sun again.

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