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Stones and Mosses
Out and rejected in the cold,
Sun-smitten and rain beaten.
The stone that was rolled,
By the unseen man or angel.
Still lies there with stories untold
Who is willing to listen?
The mosses have come to spread over it to keep its secret.
To cover it and protect it from mold
And this is the reason
Easter is as precious as gold
Yeni