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Tangled threads of beaming light                          
Yesterday today and tomorrows blessing            
As we borrow pity and switch the beat                    
Hands held high, praising praising                      
The glory that sits upon our blistered feet           
And we dare not utter sleep        
                     
*We are the minds counterpart
Heavy in the contexts
A linger in the words felt
Through the hollows door
An explicit glance through the past
And therefore our future