Lawrence Hall
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Thinking of You at Dawn
You are a poem, a song, a hymn at dawn
You are not like a poem, a song, a hymn
You are
You are great joy, romance, a sacred dance
You are not like great joy, romance, a dance
You are
You are the reality dreams want to be
And so you are not an ephemeral dream
You are
You are
You are