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poem for pastors

sleep sweetly in your humble graves
the lightning flashed, and lifted
the old west, the old time
afraid no more, i say
to come so soon to this imagined dark
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
a storm is riding on the tide
beautiful, tragical faces
i have heard that a certain princess
could we but know
a look is but a ray

 



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