If you can hear me one little bit.
Weave through my dreams I thee permit.
Cast broken wings upon celestial attention.
Give eyes a sign of one’s divine intervention.
Show me you’re near in flight of a feather.
Where I can cradle it in my palms sweetly together.
Everything has not a beginning nor an end.
Souls will soar and heavenly ascend.

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