As morning lifts
my dark curtain of night;
sea-gulled and wing’ed;
warm, satin bright.
She scatters the dust of a billion stars;
grace sweeping our universe here to Mars.
I’m grateful for her gifts…
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
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