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God Breezes In My Aorta
My heart
Where vibrates love
My mind
Where circulates knowledge,
My tongue
Where waves sweetness,
My eyes
Where displays equality
My behaviour
Where flowers, perfuming
My character
Where stays purity of respect,
I practice all that
To please
To encourage,
To heal,
Everyone, without distinctions
I am it; I stay it
It is my belief
It is my life
Since God breezes into my aorta
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