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The Little Sister - Beau

The rock that stood against the night

In silhouette above the sea

This great embodied permanence

Its inorganic innocence

A lamp that led the little sister

Up the winding hill

The strave they placed within her hands

She held aloft above the stones

And fell as it was meant to be

This final kakistocracy

Could smile as in the last ascent

She stumbled on the hill

She rose again to reach the top

To face the famous headland wind

And stemmed the tears behind her eyes

The silent ever-busy skies

Were bringing in the cirrus clouds

From all eternity

And here the citadel was built

Its walls the little sister's cloak

Its light the light that lives within

The memory of any sin

Was taken on the smallest cloud

And never seen again

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