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Blue is the soul's prayer, sister,

Blue is sorrow.

Blue is longing, transparent and pure,

Clear and immaculate.

Blue is the morning, infinite and wet,

Of a sister's eyes.

My soul in the blue helplessly wept

On one ancient night.

Blue is the ringing of the morning bell

Calling for prayer.

Blue is a tear, blue is the dew

Of soul and heaven.

Through blue true words flow

From heaven to heaven.

In the labyrinth of the blue

My soul – a sanctified seal.

Whatever is not, and has yet to come

In a child's heart-

Flows like wine of light

In the blue of the soul.