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Mother pearl of ebony skies hovers over her child. Illumined wisps, wings of angels cradle him slumbering. Goddess until dawn, her hand shelters our innocence. For the night is young and the child must rise to kiss the sun. Written January 31st, 2002 © on Jan 31 2002 05:21 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Mother pearl of ebony skies..."