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THE LITTLE PRINCES
Copyrighted Rahman,brigitte
published by the Library of Congress-USA
The night
glows its surreal aura
filled with the tears of the moon's rose
Under the
sandy whispers
of Time 's ageless flow
the measure of death blows icy
over the last breath of newborn
taken too soon on the lost flight
of St.
Exupery
Little Prince, take the corpses of
the little ones to the Moon
and the stars
Ask the winter night
to bring Christmas to my heart.
Let
me hear Jesus, the Infant,
speak
from the cradle
of kindness
beyond
the grave
Ask the winter night
to bring Christmas
to my heart.
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