Angels are singing in my eyes,
I can dream, now I have one,
it is mine to claim, it is newborn,
awaiting creation from dormancy,
I can feel it's expansion, it is overwhelming,
with such gladness I can sense it,
so alive it comes from the core within me,
I hid it many centuries ago, it has taken over now,
rounded with love, it ignites, it is I the writer, the poet, the singer.
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