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Silver Feather Falls*Silver Feather Falls*Silver Feather Falls
Flutter wings of Heaven’s doves a silver feather falls The wind - the hand that carries it, beyond the darkest walls through doors of opportunity through windows built by prayer seen by eyes that grief made blind and shaded by despair surely such a miracle once graced an angel’s wings how that this should come to me, a treasure meant for kings? To touch a silver feather scatters worries far away gently flutters to your feet to sprinkle blessings as it may when clouded days close in too tight listen for the quiet calls
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Welcome DA.
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Abraços,
Adão Salles
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