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23.TheBreak ofDay
In the place where the light of stars stayed,
Daybreak quietly opens the door.
A prayer that I call His name
With the first breath of my yearning.
He is neatly dressed
And he comes to me with a smile.
His sweet breath
And warm hand covers me and holds me in
His bosom.
In His bosom,
I quiver in deep affection of love.
My deep longing
That has passed the deep night of Louisiana.
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