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In the still of night, 
              . . .  a voice 
becomes Dawn's first light 

Where every shadow meets its end 
Reverie ascends skyward:
a final page turned
, weary lines 
of hope, once written 
               now unwind 

Until this day comes
, we seek our peace 

Never again lost
  . . .  in darkened sleep.

 

 

 

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