The quiet of quiet voices in a body
Suddenly produces a heaven of heavenly creatures
A heart as warm as warm as toast shapes into mounds
The hours of hours are alive
In the quiet of quiet hours
The magic of magic hearts' perfect pitch goes unchanged
The desire of all desires shares
its hand with precious flowing
The long attention of words laments with soft cries
Endless journey drops of faire and pearl filled moments
These are the desires in my eyes
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