Come meet your brother,
he smiles at your charcoal image
Come meet your father,
he is a mirror for your eyes
Come meet your mother,
her every breath is yours
Come walk under dappled shadows
and white cotton seeds
Come running into a world of whisper clouds
and murmured skies
Come touch the feathers of the trees
and the marble of the pathways
Come out of the dark and into the light.
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