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Sep 2016
So he goes
Pure and full

Our son of light
Prince and fool

Man he is
And so much more

Share THY light
O Heavenly Glore

Ain in soul
Our lover shines

With clear purpose
Escapes demise.

So it said
under will of THY

He is the father
LORD of sky.
Written by
Mate Parčina  Split
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