Behind imagination and memory and fact
Are the sugar sweet grains of a feeling
Next to nightmare and faith and a laugh
The feeling's as complex as the stars
And grows like the flowers in spring
It makes less sense than disaster but all that it's after
Is to match you with that one other being
In front of the lobe and behind the eyes
There's a transfer of sight into spark
And the deeper it goes, the less you will know
About the light you make out of the dark
Past the lips and the clavicle and the skin
There's a sentiment a world apart
Not on the brain nor the eyes does it rely
That's why we emphasize the strength of the heart
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