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From me shineth
The gathered glory of the suns
Which lighteth all the world
From me the moons
Draw silvery beams
And fire fears loveliness
For all things that live are the divided
And that which sits apart is the undivided
I penetrate the clay
And lend all shapes their living force
I glide into
The plant, root, leaf and bloom
For all things that live are the divided
And that which sits apart is the undivided
Becoming vital warmth
I glow in glad respiring frames
And pulse
With outward and inward breath
For all things that live are the divided
And that which sits apart is the undivided
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