| The golden ratio, the shell
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| The stairs ascending 'round themselves
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| The trees rustle as if to kneel and listen
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| The heartbeat of a lark
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| Or the lark in my heartbeat
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| The oxygen in priestly green
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| The answers dressed in labyrinthine
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| The telescopes atop the mountains of ecstatic vision
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| Listening to the heartbeat of a lark
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| Or the lark in my heartbeat
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey
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| I am assured, yes, I am assured, yes
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| I am assured peace will come to me
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| A peace that can, yes, surpass the speed, yes
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| Of my understanding and my need
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| The meteoric warp and wend
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| In counterbalance to the sparks ever ascending
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| The arrow time shoots forward though it moves through repetition
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| The heartbeat of a lark
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| Or a lark in my heartbeat
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey
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| What is it drives the driven snow?
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| Upon whose temples will I rest my weary hopes now?
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| The rain distills down steeples fills the ears of lonely church mice
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| With the heartbeat of a lark
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| Or the lark in my heartbeat |