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A sensitive subject
Digging into the past
A madcap façade
Of two having a blast
Memories tainted
By pictures and sounds
Before there was nothing
Then Prophecy was found
Free from all that which was said
Utmost beauty of starshine bouquets
Luminously showing truth instead
A resolution of solace
The path is now clear
The world is an oyster, a promise
My dear
Much Love Much Life