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We each must create our love |
A carousel around the sun Hurling through the vast abyss Where whirling, twirling motions preside, This earth obliges none its favor But air to breathe and ground to stride. . There lies, surely, in each heart A noble portion set apart Wherein passions coincide To cherish love beyond the lust That fashions love the sire of greed. But this world suffers naught Of pride or greed or lust or love, Where notice begs the barest hint - Nor heeds the impassioned cry, Indifferent of all mortal call. |