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Who Rose Marie Raccioppi Who heeds the words of this poet Who listens to these echoes of heart Who feels the yearnings and the fire Who sees the vision held clear Is it the wind that whispers its own song Is it the sun that warms and nourishes Is it the moon that sheds its light Is it the star that guides our way Is it the stranger who extends a hand Is it the child who gives a knowing smile Is it the soul in its moment of call Is it God in all present grace Who heeds the words of this poet Who listens to these echoes of heart Who feels the yearnings and the fire Who sees the vision held clear.
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