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Sixty Golden Minutes
Of love,
of time,
for sixty golden minutes mine.
This precious power,
I hold sublime.
A master of magic
grasped in my glass.
Greatness to last,
built and formed.
The hub of creation,
of love,
of time,
for sixty golden minutes mine.
I stand, and be
the air around me.
Shine thoughts to a page,
to a dream.
Doors crack.
Beams of energy flow.
A spectral glow,
straight and pure.
Lucid and raw,
as clean as a new god's machine.
The clocks cry "Yea!"
and crowds cast hats, and cheer.
This hour more full than this great year!
Lasers of love shine
thoughts to a page, by heaven's grace.
A master of art,
of science,
of space,
of love,
and time,
for sixty golden minutes mine.
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