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Listen, child, to rain on white skin...
listen to its truth,
to the easy, soaking language
of a long-forgotten tongue.
See the moon's shimmer, child,
reflected blue in puddles;
see its gentle halo light
through the endless midnight sky.
Feel the soil beneath your feet, child,
walk through living grasses;
hear the murmur of the wind
as it drifts among the reeds.
Sleep, child, sleep in the warmth of youth,
smile in deepest slumber,
knowing you have time for dreams
before the world must make you wise.
--Michael Gresley
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