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In the ringing and proclaiming,
the fires were lit.
Now the embers ripple
in the silence of the night.
I feel the essence of new gifts coming,
dreams that touch my heart.
Filling, filling,
spilling over,
my cup runneth, overflowing.
I am drinking joy, long and deep,
breathing essence
full and wide,
in my body,
in my heart, in my being.
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