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The Bliss of With
I You have come to me out of antiquities We have loved one another for generations We have loved one another for centuries
You teach me to trust the voice of my voices You teach me to believe my own believings You touch the palpability of my possibilities
Together we reflect what our mirrors conceal Together we upgrade the sun in our meridians We remain open night and day to transcendence
You are incompletely disguised as a mortal You are the eternal stranger I have always known I saw your wings this morning I saw your wings this morning
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