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One Face
I met a man along the bank,
come back from Galilee
He took my hand and spoke my name,
which he was not privy
His head was crowned with sunlit fire,
his eyes like mine so blue
And as we looked into the pond,
one face stared back-not two
(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)
come back from Galilee
He took my hand and spoke my name,
which he was not privy
His head was crowned with sunlit fire,
his eyes like mine so blue
And as we looked into the pond,
one face stared back-not two
(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)
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One Face
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