I’ve always been awake
But didn’t always know,
As if I had a cake
But didn’t eat it, though.
But, now as I recall
The changes I’ve been through,
I see, behind them all,
The one who always knew.
What’s more, that very one
Is not some feeble light;
It’s not as if the sun
Has ever shone this bright.
And, like some steady ark,
It bears me through the dark.
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