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comes the sacred

             something precious as morning rose 
             touched my heart, kindled my deep 
             some wonderful, wonderous dream 
             haunts me when I sleep 

             something sweet as morning honey 
             graced my soul, stirred fire 
             a dove more beautiful than any 
             flew up, then flew higher 

             something gentle as morning light 
             suffused my life, sparked my sighs 
             with each breath now, comes the dawn 
             comes the sacred from forever skies






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