true reading is first reading;
lullaby gold
you've lost more than you know
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we are all unlikely people she half thought
turning over the rain soaked pebbles in the road
to reveal, she thought
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COMMITTEE
now you will be afraid, the committee droned
underneath my dream not even out from
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was it an impossible thing: a katydid green
on a snowy canvas; the snow, crumbling in
your hands?
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it's a portable poem to sing to you
when you're sad
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it was a kind of story I was telling
to you in a blue mothed summer
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there must be though we have never seen
angels with singed wings carrying the souls released
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surely you are the candle that cannot be put out Lord God
the vast candle of the sun that lights the earth the only One
the small candle in my soul lit from my beginning
surely You are always winning pushing the darkness back
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perhaps he invented a new country.
the country of his friends.
together they would lift the heavy skies
as many times as necessary
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I caught this morning morning's minion, king-
dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding
Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
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