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by Dale Hudgins Copyright 2001-2003
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Purity of spirit, easy graceful way,
Long, flowing, window of warmth, no area, left untouched,
You’re at peace now; your work here is done,
But soon, again, you will be called forth, to again be there,
The moon, white, shrouded, hazy, with a hint of purple glow,>