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roses and gold
at dawn, he said
there is an hour of peaceful rest
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
i do not pray for peace
renew the vision of delight
i saw with open eyes
truely
to come so soon to this imagined dark
he came and took me by the hand
i have had one fear in my life


 



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