The ruby sleeps into a rose
The rose wakes up in a robin
Blood drying on its breast
Another morning in heaven
But what am I doing here
Letting it all fly through me
The remorselessness of beauty
That never comes to rest
But presses on beyond me
Doesn't it call for me to follow
To foresee where it leads
How hard my heart must be
Not to take its hand
And let it culminate in me
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