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Prayer
There is no sky
Behind my closed eye
But a world of grey
Where I dream you cry
Holding stars by day.
For I know I grow ill
I will kneel until
It appears I pray.
But you’re weeping still
And have turned away.
But if in your plight
You ask my prayers be real,
I will ride this night
And the moon’s heart steal,
And take the sky’s refrain
That a day return
Where the clouds adjourn
And the sun will sing again.
And if you ask I sing to you
In dawn-wrought dreams
Guiding gold to blue.
Between celestial beams
My prayer strikes true
To set our souls to wing
If you ask me to sing.
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