A good day begins like everyday does.
Expecting the daylight to give us love.
We want good for others and through ourselves.
We hope to return by our force alone
To a New Dawn where suffering lessens.
It sparks a desire for more wakens
In the answers where mystery blossoms
An Echo of the sound of the sovereign
Who cultivates a sacred message song
This is a Good Day when Good Days are Gone.
Holy at Once is Holier Again.
The Pestle-Hearted stem of the Flower
Grows to the Earth against the Mouth of the Sun
And the Earth becomes a Bulb of Absynthe.
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