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Escape From The Power Of The Hunting Pack, And To Know That Wisdom Is Best And Beauty Sheer Holiness.

Sing And Your Hell Is Heaven, Your Heaven Less Hell.

It Is No Madness To Say You Will Fall, You Great Cities.

I Testify To Rainbow Feathers, To The Span Of Heaven And Walls Of Colour, The Colonnades Of Jasper.

Ardent Yet Chill And Formal, How I Ache To Tempt A Chisel As A Sculptor.