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A fire once burned brightly
like a beacon in the night.
A nova of a super joy
cut the lunar satellite.
Up upon the misty hills
ten thousands eyes did shine.
Looking for the valley’s peace
and eyesight to the blind.
Questions of eternal truth
cannot go unanswered.
There are no mysteries left unsaid
just beliefs left un-pastured.
JBS