Born For Its Dream
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Peter S. Quinn
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A night was born for its dream
A day to carry the coming light
Everything in between times gleam
Is either of dim or sparking bright
The looming fog of inside made
Is intimidating dimly in its glow
Like sharp edges of jagged blade
That through the fold must go
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