our Spirit is our White Shield
to break the Illusion...
the Light fills our red Cups
to bring a new fusion...
the Word is a Seed in the Fields
within us it grows clear and strong...
‘till the Harvest of the good Fruit
when Aquarius comes along...
people push on each other
to get it all there own way...
but if we work together
it’s the start of a new day...
we will have no want
as we accept our fate...
let strings become taut
I don’t think it’s to late...
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