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STARLIGHT IN JAMAICA
THY WORDS HUMBLE ME
INSIDE YOUR WORK LIES YOUR SOUL
AND WHAT A BEAUTIFUL S0UL HAS THEE
THY BEAUTY LIES WITHIN THE SKIN
THY HANDSOMENESS WITHOUT
WORDS ARE WEAVED AROUND RAINBOWS
AND FALL TO EARTH AS YOUR POEMS
FOR YOURS IS A TALENT TRUE TO ONLY THEE
I ASK THEE NOW THAT WHEN I DIE THY WRITE A POEM FOR ME
OH WHAT A HONOR THAT WOULD BE.
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