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May 31, 2006 21:20

QUIET NOW
So sound
You look
Upon the face
The sleeping babe
Unspoken grace
The beating heart
The breathing chest
Warm inside
The mother’s nest
And the trees
That suffer
Forgive the storm
And hearts will mend
Before they’re torn
As the dotted sky begins to clear
The golden sun
Speaks thoughts so dear
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