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Patti Masterman - Living Light

2014-06-13 1 Dailymotion

The words still live, though flesh must die;
Soft rot, like pumpkins left to lie,
While objects coarse succeed our death-
Naught is left of our brief bequests.

But up in heaven, in god's own eye
Is a sparkle, that is loath to die-
And if god wills it- if god weens-
That tiny light may still be seen.

Patti Masterman

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