| You that create the diversity of the forms
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| Open to my words
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| You that divide and multiply it
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| Hear my sounds
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| I make yield league to you
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| Ancient associates
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| And fellow wanderers
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| You that move the heart
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| In fur and scale
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| I join with you
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| You that sing bright and subtle
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| Making shapes that my throat cannot tell
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| You that harden the horn
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| And make quick the eye
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| You that run the fast fox and the zigzag fly
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| You sizeless makers of the mole and of the whale
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| Aid me and I will aid you
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| I make a blood pact with you
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| You that lift the blossom and the green branch
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| You who make symmetries more true
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| You who consider the angle of your limbs
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| Who dance in slower time
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| Who watch the patterns
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| You rough coated who eat water
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| Who stretch deep and high
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| With your green blood
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| My red blood let it be mingled
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| Aid me and I will aid you
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| I call upon you
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| You who are unconfined
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| Who have no shape
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| Who are not seen
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| But only in your action
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| I call upon you
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| You who have no depth
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| But choose direction
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| Who bring what is willed
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| That you blow love upon the summers of my loved ones
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| That you blow summers upon those loves of my love
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| Aid me and I will aid you
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| I make a pact with you
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| You who are the liquidness of the waters
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| And the spark of the flame
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| I call upon you
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| You who make fertile the soft earth
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| And guard the growth of the growing things
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| I make peace with you
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| You who are the blueness of the blue sky
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| And the wrath of the storm
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| I take the cup of deepness with you
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| Earthshakers
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| And with you the sharp and the hollow hills
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| I make reverence to you
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| Round wakefulness we
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| Call the earth
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| I make wide eyes to you
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| You who are awake
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| Every created thing both solid and sleepy
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| Or airy light
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| I weave colours round you
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| You who will come with me
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| I will consider it beauty |