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Uyanga Holds The World in Peace
And for the prayer of Justice Lit for all obsessions The Cross of line and still A place in all of Heaven For my dearest mate The sympathy of love And compassion offered In time to pay and yield Nights to make it through But for that is knowing And matter precious to the core The five in field And prayers at dawn Knowing timeβs heal And that they were war- but returned For all things be A prayer for solemn June.