The winds move freely
The whispers of angels are singing
Time moves us to thoughts of winning
In a world so full of posture
A glimmering decimal of hope lay stray
Upon the hand that may
Tug at you for this and that
How is it you have such
Presence with the months
That stare down into your soul
As you achieve all that you believe
With the touch of glitter
Of the fairies that are dancing
Around your very own fire
Let your desires shine into the light
And never forget that your sight
Is such from the highest almighty

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