Your persona has a current so deep
As the ridge line of your empathy steep
Extolling the virtues your nature brings
Upon a billowy cloud an angel sings
Follow the stars to the hallowed place
Consign the seat to receive your grace
To me I plead to your soul's liberality
Manifest my dreams into the reality

Inhabiting the world of factual acts
I discern the short ability of the facts
Though I devour the dreams that I boast
They return renewed with me as a host
A fantasy I surrender to time without end
Deeply I linger in the shadows and wend

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