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Subtle Mystery by Stephanie Cunningham
On a single star,
In the night there are
The mysteries of every believer,
To be presented unto a reciever
From the story of life,
To the earnings of strife
And every young child's dream
Sewn on forever in an ongoing seam.
Every dream that's ever been bold
And all wishes made when the night is cold
Are gathered together, by truth are bound
With virtue and honor that's everlastingly sound.
The night whispers its secrets to a star
Which watches silently from afar,
To record Earth's breathtaking history
Ever to remain a mystery. |
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I hear a voice you cannot hear,
Which says I must not stay :
I see a hand you cannot see,
Which beckons me away.
~Tickell |
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