Remember you carry the bird's heart in its cage: the debate of wings and song, so many violins, soaring and flashing.
Gather, gather for me, the sounds and jewels, until wrapped in air and fire, we voyage accompanied by the congress of pure harmonies to morning's waterfall of shimmering ingots. And may our love palpitate like a fish in the cold.
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