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Larry

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Dark vapor, twisted twilight.
Still nightfall - missing moonlight.
Quaint breeze, sluggish, cold.
Sky line- drooping, droll.
All about, simple, silent.
Dark Vapor, twisted twilight.

A lord of gold, dressed in white.
(Crown of clouds, eyes of light)
Penetrates the depths of death, and,
The once-still sparrows sing again-
To praise this true celestial sight,
A lord of gold, dressed in white.

Beauty bears, a resurrection.
Reminding us, of perfection.
Which she seals within,
Chances to begin again.
Through Discarding death's objections-
Beauty bears a resurrection.
 
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