Ray Remalig Poems

My heart is tickled
with her smile's feather, and laughed
out love with her joke.
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Eternal life will start in my late last.
But who knows death began ere I was born?
A christian needs to die, as it's a must,
Before he could have seen the coming morn.
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You cannot hide the light inside
the night however dim or bright...
you could have only show that light-
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