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Sanctuous Serenity
The morning chases the night
The stars fade - they drown in light
The earth holds its breath
Shards of ice release the tiny blades
Who sigh in relief and rest
The birds raise a warming chorus
A breeze dancing around
To their rhythmic salutations
What a glorious sound
And there it is - it is He
Piercing the cold with a beam
Melting the hard hearts
Setting the slumberers free

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