Wishes unconscious soul raw
Roll on rail let be sound
The birds sing of orchard
The hope in song is binder
And life as love it rows
Bode of heart with heart borne
In glimpse of eye a sigh
Of love sacked gloom of old
Out of heart in breath
Elixir brewed in balsam
Boomed in breast
A plain moor, where
Poor pale turned with love
To garden, heaven
Full of bounty of your heart
Vast this grace
Of lord in pack the love
Divinity act of beats, heart
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