The elevated world spins round
More in the recesses of light, so light
We marvel in the excesses
Though we cannot feel the wind
As it bludgeons the true and painful past
The memories of where the world has been
And brings comfort to the place that comes
Full of amazing love and pristine pictures
And all that passes before is free, so free
Begotten in the hearts of the elegant
And lifted on golden wings of serenity.
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