The birds sing the Mothers song, you can hear her talking to them, thru them, in every
Multifaced diamond of their existing open bird wings – Imagine sea, earth, land
Calling each other, tribal migrations, bringing their banner home, clowning round
To fae land, their goddess ancient, from where i stand, you pass G, can you hear the
Joy they carry with them? Under her skies, G, I saw you, your supernatural Beauty
Caught me, your firm hand tamed me, now, youre my guide, to follow thru
Your Vision broke my wall, where now hangs your portrait, i give my allegiance to
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