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CALLASSA
Pax Britannia
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The flowers to love, to be given as they were blessed by mothers of home.
As they were pulses in the eternal sound of space.
As they were laughter of friends had in hearts of peace.
They, all beautiful boys beneath heaven.
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I am the wild beauty.
Come, know me again in the dark and in the light.
Wake now.
Be breast upon breast.
Be thigh upon thigh.
Know my kindness.
Know my colour.
Know my music.
Know my love.
Know my wonder.
Touch me again.
Touch me beneath the moonlit, English night.
CALLASSA
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Emerging, as the state of all does emerge.
Changing, as all does change.
As a flock of red birds, flocks and flocks of red birds.
In the darkened sky.
My superior will, to descend in red.
CALLASSA
Invicta Veritate