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SHELTER MY SPIRIT
I owe my spirit to the earth
Some people may be born in castles
And call cathedrals their home
I was born in a cave
In the black naked night
Beyond city delights
And the chaos of the crowds
It is here
I hear my soul howl
Curled to the Nectar
To the water bonded fast
It is here
I shelter my spirit
And pray to the earth
Touch me, heal me, hold me close.
Gary Lange: copyright Aug 1993
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