In the evening,
Of my life,
I see a grace,
That I never knew.
Death looming now,
I feel obliged,
To reflect on how,
I really missed the point.
But the hour,
Though very near,
I am not filled,
At all with fear.
For love became,
A saving grace,
Sharing time with me,
Breathing hope to come.
Joni mitchell. Madrid 09
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