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Feel this love like music
in rich tumbled vastness
crashing solace of pulse and beat and rhythm
In blue and green and grey
and red red red
I feel you in my sleep
climbing through tangled vines
of memory and faith and dream
In truths in lies in myth in god
Like falling from sky covered towers
of song and light
like freedom to run and to stay
to be quiet and sing
feels like the way you are
like summer rains and delirious skies
in golden ever reaching birch trees
in fish and buzzing flowers
in stairs to nowhere
in you
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who am I to refuse the universe?
-Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers
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