Song with your wonder Song with your Beauty
Sing as though nothing compares to these Lines
Bring from out of their memory the Time
The birdless birds as their singing enflames
And songs drawn from one song drawn from all Songs
The universe is itself a song too
Its Multiples are multitudes so too
Song belongs to all of us as we Know
It is neither for itself what to Us.
We are its material it our Source
Smaller than song there is nothling but Love
More mysterious than it its power
It is simpler than it is existence
Everything that was became nothing since.
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