Ivadell you held us in your arms that day
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But look at how tiny me and Matthew both were, and
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You so strong and full of grace
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What stories these pictures can tell
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Of days when we bathed brightly in the sun
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The medicine of laughter everywhere
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Ivadell I held you in my thoughts that day
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And wish that they were arms when you were frail
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And passing from this place
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What stories your paintings told boys
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Of hills too steep to climb ascended
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And hearts that were not afraid
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To flap their wings and fly
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But you are safe now and effortlessly breathing
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Where new weather will fall on you
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And all your fears break,
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Like waves folding into themselves
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And disappearing into the sea
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For Ivadell
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