When Leo Tolstoy compiled
His own holy gospel
Weaving together selections
From the other four
He bypasses the whole
Bethlehem story the shepherds
And the stars followed
A mother's worries for her child
And at the end there is no
Resurrection no Emmaus
It all stops suddenly at the cross
Was it his melancholic nature
Blinding him to the best parts
The good was it made a small book
Soldiers could carry over their hearts
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