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my God
here we are shivering
at your feet
give us
only this
on your Holyday
that we may become
migrant angels
in a dreamless sleep
and lead us
into forgetfulness of all evil deeds
and let your soul-seeing-eye-dog
join us to You
in furry and warm animal love
for Thine
are we
a race of cold-water
beings with wings

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