Four,
Four hundred
Or four thousand dreams
May decay into indigo dust,
That covers Aquarius,
And still the voice will say:
Love.
Go,
Be,
But forget no-one.
Weak,
Strong,
All belong.
In the friendly
Opal life of Uranus,
All men can blend,
Yet still be what they are.
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