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Softly

Softly

Softly this morning

It brushed my cheek

So compelling

I must needs speak

Momentary awakening

I am shaken from sleep

By tragedy, by beauty

I cannot laugh nor weep.

Its magnitude astounds

I am encircled by its bounds.

Love – it has no name,

Upon original creation

Who dares to stake a claim ?

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