They soar on wings of silk and air
In lands where echoes of ages roam,
Follow the master, noble and wise,
Broom and dustpan, tools of grace,
Dust motes shimmer like stardust's gleam,
With each tender touch, the pathway's clean,
This is the path. He will show light
Have faith!
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