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The darkness a veil
With light she sees
These images regale
Of the morning believes

Much longer for her
Than I am with me
As she is to adore
The spirits to be

A wonder within
And faiths held tight
So this can begin
Our shadow with night

An end that is near
Before we can hold
Another to fear
After the others have told

About G.Edward Smith

A stranger in a strange land...
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