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Jan 2018
Sacred mirror, bring me light

Blue smoke demons and haunted black ravens

Wicked candles burn at night

Faces drift from ancient past

Faces fade, they may not last

Magic mirror, bring me light

The hummingbird's shadow sings in flight

Empty faces shall stand alone

Faces, they are carved in stone

Reflections between earth and moon

The light brigade of stars in tune

Looking glass, what do we know

That faces shall always come and go
Written by
Stu Harley
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