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There was a silence there, and darkness,
but no one was afraid
Then a rustle bloomed in gloom, breath
upon a young boy's face
Tender grip laid on his wrist. Into his
hand a box, a secret
The secret tune, part lullabye, part love
gentle and commanding
Then the boy rose hands up, heart up,
soul up. Deep into the dark
They left his box, his shoes, his socks.
For angels sing, and barefoot walk.
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