When the morning comes
Sunrifter enriches all
turns the world to gold


Darkness finds no lair
In the light of Cory's grace
shadows burn away


Thankfulness and joy
shine in love's enlightened eyes
brighter than the dawn



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There is no pattern in the word of love,
no path to follow, no certain way
through mist and maze. But once
you find your way, lighting the lamps
with bright flames burning,
beckoning, bringing reflections
in black water, scattering shadows,
then never look back, never retrace.
For there are many ways, but only one
flame, one brightness, found only once,
followed to the end, everlasting.


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