There is a story to be told
About the glory of Ali Cole
But not a story I can tell
So wide the sea, so deep the well.
For I can gaze into the heavens
But cannot count the stars
They name me but a heathen
In the hunt of Diana.
Though my eye is full of moon
But one side I see
All its markings and its runes
Remain a mystery.
I can but stand as priests have done
Marvel at the moon and sun
As they set my night and day
In ways that I can't fathom.
I can but stand as priests and pray
In humble wonder of all she be
A glory far beyond assay
Pray, enlightenment she'll bestow on me.
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