As I Contemplate...
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As I contemplate heartache, and the loss
Of the divine, the strange, new morning sun
Pours out its light into my darkened room.
I hear birdsong which seems to flow through me.
O I've wandered too long in wanton night.
Perhaps, this fleeting oracle signals
A marked change in the malign scheme of things
Will sweet heaven now replace bitter hell?
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