The Prophet Held High His Finger
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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The Prophet held high his finger
And he pointed that finger to the heavens
And the coffin passed with the Great and on
the coffin open lay
the books of his Ideas, New Ideas
And the heavens smiled in their mourning garb.
And the air and streets scented with New Ideas.
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