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In Stars Above
In stars above our secrets hang—
Our naked past unspoken of
Veiled words that the talking drums bang
In stars above
Silent choirs delight our chain gang
Even sun yolks; friendly folks shove
And shout below, still mercies sang
Contentment rests as a sweet dove
On shoulders shattered so, they rang
Minced bones jangling, but God does love
In stars above
Copyright ©
Trina Layne
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