All that flies in skies high,
All that adores soaring and exploring,
All afore abhors hatred
And as armor core love…
All that seek roars lore poured days yore,
All hungered and thirsty, starved bliss
All that key joy galore hunts
Ask age, they that found’ garment of core love wore
All entire plea aches cure
All Hath oft shores hoar kneel’d
All that drank, quenched thirst pain
From thence where floor flows core love,
All passengers of fate not drivers
All Victims circumstance, birth undesired
And as passengers, as travelers
All that effect fate with faith had core love
Bother self not foe, ‘living just, true
And amour core love make
Bethought self desires kind, good for all
And don garments core love
In covers night of slumbers’ clusters thought hence
Some the bring dreams, others nightmares
For deep fears wrap nightmares if regarded
And deep fine thought grant dreams
All that flies in skies high,
All that unearths key joy galore
All with deep fine thoughts
All as weapon, core love has…
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