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My soul sings
an ever quiet song;
singled out amidst
a world of boisterous calamity.
My soul sings
an ever quiet song;
of passion, bringing
aches to my heart
and tears to my eyes.
My soul sings
an ever quiet song;
of love brandishing
hurt into my core.
My soul sings
an ever strengthening song
of how I love
with the might of the river and
the immortality of the ocean.
My soul sings
an ever strengthening song
of how I love
with the majesty
of the mountains and
the beauty and delicacy
of the flowers.
My soul sings
an ever strengthening song
of how I love
with the hope of the stars,
and the impossibility of
the universe.
My soul sings
a beautiful and effervescent song
of how I love
until it hurts,
but this love, it soothes
the scars and burns
that forever mark the
world and the very
substance of my soul.
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