Let there be light,
in the zenith of your excellence,
in above the horizon of the galloping passion.
Let there be sight,
in a glamour of holy presence,
or in the broken esteem amid the irritation.
Let there be whatever is,
Let there be whenever is,
So though it might,
hurt in absolute solitude and straying.
Seek forth delight,
in the sparkle of the youth, before the drying.
Let there be light,
darling, in this heart, amid tears and crying.
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