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112 Don Mattera I will think of you In these grievous times When men in blue rattle heavy keys at our doors and take away our sons, our daughters, pain is an eternity for the lost and the lonely. I will think of you when winter breaks the twigs and dark leaves fall to enrich our cause strengthen our roots. I shall speak of you standing in the twilight shadowless, my brother, my sister, blood of my blood grasping those silent yesterdays when in innocence you made your bed on the wind and talked with God. I shall call your name when a new bright sun lights upon our darkness; when broken chains glitter like polished gems against the dark of our skins. I will think of you and sing of our days together dying for a song holding high our imperishable dreams and your beauty and your truth, eternal like God. ...

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