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 Dawn
My soul soars skyward, higher, ever higher,

   through misty clouds `till the earth

      is but a dim, dim memory

and the stars,

   the wondrous stars call to me,

      beckoning me to new worlds,

         faery worlds, 

where centaur and pan

   converse with immortal poets,

   where unicorn and leprechaun play

         amongst rainbowed flowers

and the winds

   are paeans

      of love...


                                            March 21, 1973

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