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How sweet the chord of love resounds within this realm of living - haunting every place was discovered on our way. Tethered by a psalm to implore one more refrain - and choose for love another to become. To make of fate a lowly trade as time were thought to will - pulled aside the veil and mountains moved. Rushed into the emptiness made sacred by the wind - wrote a name across a southern sky. Did you find at last the wonder was heaven you recall - forever dreams are longing to awake. There beyond the deepest breath in gardens yet to bloom - will destiny return as love already known.
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