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You restrain neither the good, nor the evil stars;
all their moods stream forth.
In my brow the furrow aches,
this deep crown of dusky light.
And my world is silent–
You have not restrained my mood.
God, where are you?
I’d like to lean upon your heart and listen,
immerse myself in your vast presence,
when gold-transfigured in your Realm
of infinitely blissful Light
all the good and evil fountains roar.
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