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by Gregory W Golden Nov 9, 2007 category : Life, society / about society
Sacred mirror, bring me light Blue smoke demons and haunted black ravens Wicked candles burn at night Faces drift from ancient past Faces fade, they may not last Magic mirror, bring me light The hummingbird's shadow sings in flight Empty faces shall stand alone Faces, they are carved in stone Reflections between earth and moon The light brigade of stars in tune Looking glass, what do we know That, faces shall always come and go