Cry,
come out of the foam,
and feel this form,
Touch my depths,
Admire, my hero
That pleases the lord,
And dances in the field,
That moves on the earth,
prisoner of love that rises,
To light up the
Slaves of Christs enemy,
Lovers of the sun.
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