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Let’s celebrate the moon and sun
The sparkle of the stars to come
The rituals of the east and west
The reckoning of this enormous mess
The lost key that needs to be found
The dirge that is playing from the mound
The freshening of the rain falling
A silence comes once more calling
Searching again to find the way
Hoping it will be today
Waiting for a sight, a sign
An Exhale would be so kind
To be happy with the latter
That would be all that matters
Much Love Much Life