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In western lands beneath the sun
the flowers my rise in Spring,
the trees may bud, the waters fun,
the merry finches sing.
Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night
and swaying beeched bear
the Elven-stars as jewels white
amid their branching hair.
Though here at journey's end I lie
in darkness buried deep,
beyond all towers strong and high
beyond all mountians steep,
above all showdows rides the Sun
and Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done
nor bid the Stars farewell.
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God bless,
Joy KingdomWarrior@hotmail.com
http://kingdomWarrior.jlym.com
As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God. My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
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