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PRELUDE
13

Of wonder, worship, pity, praise,
Of sorrow, sacrifice and death;
Of lusting, laughter, passion, pain,
Of lights that lure and dreams that thrall…
And if a golden word I gain,
Oh, kindly folks, God save you all!
And if you shake your heads in blame…
Good friends, God love you all the same.