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May 2016
I raise the sun in the morning,
and the moon in the night.
I sing the stars into being,
and chase the darkness out of sight.

I blow the wind that moves the worlds,
and forge the rains that falls ahead.
I do this all, alone and scared
that you won't know me until I'm dead.
Frantz Saintil
Written by
Frantz Saintil  Gainesville
(Gainesville)   
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