Such beauty as is on offer also needs the heart that can recognise it. In the land of the blind where’s the lover with eyes to see my beauty
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previously
There's not much left but the cosmic fire burning within. It searches for vessel to give. All that's seen is pretenders without substance.
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If only talk had substance as well. But alas enchanting words make no impression on the heart. I can't bear emptiness of words any longer.
