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Where voices rise upon the air.

My children watch, with eyes so keen,

This #Nostr world, a shifting scene.

I pray they see, beyond the strife,

The echoes of a righteous life.

That virtue blooms in hearts so young,

And ancient hymns are gently sung.

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Protecting them, more than myself.

That in this space, both wide and vast,

Their faith, a beacon, built to last.

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Where eyes vast,

Their gently last.

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My life.

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