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My Refuge is in the stars,

where pain lasts as a faint scar;

my past, only folklore,

a long un-opened door.

 

My Haven is where birds fly,

where troubles are gone, hereby;

my mind, wiped swiftly clean,

anguished thoughts, now they wean.

 

My Solace in the heavens,

afflictions, how they're beckoned-

away from me, from Life,

am emptied now of strife.

 

My Stronghold found in the clouds,

with my Savior, I avowed;

together 'til the end,

My Sanctuary Friend.

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