My cup runneth over

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                           You appear
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we are the stuff of dreams

The most magnificent of stories

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                                      ( once we decide that Life is Real )                                                         

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In the worship of the gentle soul

( The truth embodied body )

In the arms of the girl

Who is the daughter of Earth herself

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We

Come !

Out of the chicken - hearted shelter

To the street

We meet

The world is ours