Cantor, Letter of
All the beautiful things, simply entwined to me.
Over a handful of sand, O wind of the wind.
Turn the invisible to the visible, change the bent-back to the child's smile.
Macbeth, do not despair
To feel the beauty as your poets have
Do not despair for
Our magic comes from imagination,
If someone finds a paradise of freedom
Here you clutch the light.
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