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christian poem

a look is but a ray
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
why then, must we see?
some of the hurts you have cured
in new york harbor
eighty years have passed, and more
the snow whispers about me
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
look out upon the stars, my love

 



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