Lamplit
presently behold
most Joyous a procession
of Curious Things.

Flammable When Wet

Dusk on the maples
White peak reaches for the stars
Light comes from within

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Unto the upright
Rises the light in darkness,
Dusk to dusk to dusk.

Evening Service

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