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they ask me where i've been
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
lo! 'tis a gala night
i do not pray for peace
to come so soon to this imagined dark
out of me unworthy and unknown
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
see, from this counterfeit of him
have we no shame?
i saw god. do you doubt it?

 



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