They say St. Francis
Kept a second Lent
From the night of the falling stars
To the feast of St. Michael
Every year they meet like this
To gaze out over the future
Francis loves to walk
And Michael can hardly
Keep up not saying a thing
Until wouldn't you notice
Snow of years is falling
A star is waiting to be followed
The great Now has come
Just as they said the word
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