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i do not pray for peace
i walk down the garden paths
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
my mother taught me that every night
what was it the engines said
sun stepped down from his golden throne
sleep, gray brother of death
looking beyond
out of the window a sea of green trees
he came and took me by the hand
night is dark, and the winter winds

 



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