The hands that made the stars
Are holding your heart
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I stand in the middle of the road
The stars litter the heaven
A thousand points of light
The harvest moon shines
On early snow
Ghost like peaks loom in
The darkness
An owl cries
And coyotes laugh
The Sacred is everywhere
And that same power
All love
All creativity
Holds my heart
Gently
In its warm embrace!
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