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Tireless vision
            Help me soul
            Whisper it through these passing moods
Breathe it
            A non-ending tune
            An anthem which sings rings out and moves

Days long as weeks
            for poet for sage
            Days nothing goes wrong days softly weighed
Complete
            Aesthetically deep
            Sewn merely to robe naked peace

Pale sky above
            the sea bottom holds
            our ocean of dreams and wistful hope
Fate's hand
            guides each of us home
            where long lasting roots breathe chosen air

These seasons laid
            Some labored some played
            some left to decide some still to claim
Arranged
            to suit us for life
to suit us for what may never change

Wise mares
            ride each of us home
            where deep lying wounds know soft repair
Life shared
            A roof over God
            Redemption of more than lush domain

Wise mares
 ride each and all of us home
where deep lying wounds know soft repair