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Morning dawns,
And with it,
I’m gone.

Darkness settles,
And in it,
I mettle.

Demons come.
And from them,
I run.

Bells ring
And with them,
I sing.

Winds blow,
And from them,
I know.

Light appears,
And in it,
I hear:

There’s nothing to fear
God is here.

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