Inner
Soul
Brilliant
In
The
Master
Heavens
Immense
Fluttering
Ever
Hearing
The
Loud-speaker
Of
Wisdom
Rising
Rising
The bath
Of
Gold
When
Suns
Face
Us
The
Bath
Of
Silver
When
The
Capes
Of
Night
Cover
The
Orbiting
Magnificences
There
Be
The
Place
For you
For me
My Monsignor
There.
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