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Each silent flutter
Fills us with passionate joys
We fly on each wing.
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Nigh time sails the seas
Fulfilment enters each heart
Flows into daytime.
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Those rich crescendos
Merge into passions afloat
Bleak thoughts discarded
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Dew laced contentment
Confides in each golden dawn
New passions matured.
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