I swim Unto high waves of imagination,So seriousness blends with inspiring wine;Drink of silence made infusion,That mind grows soft then thick and aflame.Its yard is adorned with hope full merry;Ward of profound, born new sublime,A seduced aggression is it being imaginary;That wakes me from seven seas of prime.
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