Ode To Beauty 2
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My soul is inclined to beauty
In all its bright myriad forms:
From vital art to poetry
To music that defies all norms.
O my soul is wedded to beauty,
Not to the crude allure of gold,
Or to the cold order of machines.
Creation is a joy to behold.
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