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dear night

carry me to dreams of gracious flight

in redwoods, down sparkling river banks

there shall be no war or tanks

or inner war of leaden, blank success

but spiritual gold with every sweet caress

light and airy with no need attached

dear night

carry me to dreams of gracious flight

our sisters have found peace i know

they're in the rainbow while the wind doth blow

they guard our spirits with every breath we take

and pray that in our lives beauty we will make

for my dear friend Dovinda and her wonderful family