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For the child of His youth

Come up, new dawn, come up and bring forth your irridescent glow in the heavens.

For sinner though I be, there are fields that I do wonder through under the light of the moon.

And wander, I do, through the meadows, seeming alone in the vastness, but never.

Arise, dear sun, and killing this night, bring her to her end at the golden doors of eternity, there along the harizon.

Rise, and shed light on the daizies and the lillies that are scattered amonst the heathers.

Shine and let it be known that saints do have palms that sinners do touch, they are pedals growing side by side.

There, in the meadow, arise and blossom.



Sweet, fair child, sonshine.
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