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rising

thought an end
to all our sorrows
as we gathered
round the flame
no ache could
ever fell us
quite the same

but here
the diamonds sparkle
skies are bright
with faithfulness
worry keeps
no count
of gratefulness

ashes blew
the night on Wednesday
as I looked up to the stars
and wondered
just how far from you
we are

. . .