Thy heart is full of flowers and stars
The magic is in how it tells a sound
by what is heard or something bound
To desirability within
The harps may say to a string
Have it as you may
But it’s beneath it all
That surpasses hopes when all are lost
Refusing to give in
Rather musing a power
That steers you to the blue sea
Emphatically recharging itself
Is the oneness formed
When all calls cease
There is one that has no end
Beginning with “I”
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