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Wise Men
When wise men walk the skies of light
And naught but dreamers know it’s late
Let strong hands guide you through the heights
And know in time- come my fate
When brave men trudge the mountains rough
And dwellers smell the eerie break
The knowing sense is but enough
To summon all- come my fate
Sad men will fall upon their knees
And mourners know not what to make
Take comfort in the warmth and peace
And know the truth- know my fate
poem
by
Justine Olsen
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