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In Every
In every stone there's a crystal,
Waiting to be found,
The diamond born from the pistil,
Of black coal underground...
It's in every river running,
Just to gather in Abyss,
In the stage before sunning,
Has it turned into a mist...
In every star that's higher,
Holding daylight in its clutch,
So the heat will bring the fire,
To consume it's very touch...
It's in every breeze that's blowing,
As you're taking in the air,
Keeping life within us flowing,
Through a heartbeat and a stare...
In every soul there's spirits,
That are waiting to be heard,
If you listen you will hear it,
Every syllable every word...
Terry
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