Deep
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Rebecca Navarre
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Deep in the night. Deep in the brush.
When the world is all quiet. When there,
isn't a rush. When the earth moves, with
barely a hush. An the stars stream down,
with sparkly dust. There his soul, finds
us. As we look to him, with trust.
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