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Waters rush in to us, 
Waves that thunder and roll, 
The divine above us sing. 
 
The wind grows strong 
And shakes the cypress trees 
Making leaves fall around us. 
 
The sun burns brightly and warm 
Giving life to all it touches 
As did the gods before it. 
 
The earth below accepts us 
Hugs our flesh and soaks our tears, 
Soft soil enriched by the immortal. 
 
Our love consummated as the fifth, 
Met in harmony of the wonders 
That gave life to all. 
 
Mortal men no longer understand.

Beyond the fourth