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Poetre
Let there
be surging seas of
weaving coral
lights
Let there be
flights of light-lifting
choral songs
And
sun-sure-rise of larks of
sublime joys to
seize
Let us meet
and greet sit and read
as all hearts
Blend in and
mend on and mind our
dreams
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