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Born

From the 1000 dreams

Weaving

Themselves into song

//

She sings

Of the holiness


In the stranger

As he is wandering

Unknown streets

:;:


My love !

She does !

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We come

With the power

Of all mountains


Like the

Primordial Sea

We

Love

With the fierceness of creation

Becoming

What we need to be

•

Wind on the cheek child

Laughing or crying

Being born or dying

Fearlessly

//

If the god they speak of

Is not your own

Simply

Walk on alone


If the nation they

Ask you to defend

Is of vague and alien men


do not pretend

That it is yours


Stay pure

And true

Only to your own images

//

When someone says

THE GIRL IS HOT

tell them that

She is not



She is

The daughter of the likes

Of

Her and me

And it's only a lie that you see


Stay free

.


You are only real when you talk to me

Honestly

•

//

She sees


The holy stranger


She takes his hand

And they go home


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