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Voice of the metaphor to you who sing

I'm one with the flight of your living, the action of your I amm , the resonance of the unspoken, the smile becoming a hymn . . . I'm life's imperative cry, the heart's meaning sung, the sound of unselfed being, the chalice of God's joy . . .

I'm your meaning, sister, my light is a season young: you live in April's metaphor, in the morning of a song. . . .

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