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<< SACRED WORDS >> SHE SUNG The Dream Keeper Bring me all of your dreams, You dreamers, Bring me all of yours Heart melodies That I may wrap them up In a blue cloud-cloth Away from the too-rough fingers Of the world. I LAUGH: Talk with me Say no more a word, I hear the stars sung it long before Calling you out to be the Nightingale Tending the needy heart, fallen in depth Off not been a catered soul The earth knows you, the world knows you A Queen in the making. (c) Lamptey Godson / Nana Aba Flowers. 2012

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