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Golden Rays
This white hot fire surged perimeter of the whole To run it's gamut undo, and unfold. Not a singular light, but twain. Reaching momentum as calm invades the plain. Breeze of highest breath infuses soul Never alone, never old. Word has direction as in this path I hold Always leading upward to the goal. Yet,not the vessel nor the sensitive scroll For golden rays of forgivness light the soul.
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