November8th

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The golden harp

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Will the look in her eyes save my soul Those Watery marbles roll with a glow - Endless feathers innocent do not blink - All those miles feet still to travel This path or that with truth as a vessel - The stories arc is in the brow Buttery skin No fatigue in these lids - The melody is sublime The ear of the heart fills at the fountain between her wings

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