The Heart

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There it is, at the centre of the worlds

A pulsing heart, a beating flame

Eternally beside us, sharing our smiles

Banishing our shame


Generations fly past

All overlooked by that eye

Magma stirring, swirling, heaving, falling

Earth's heart rivals the sun up high


Peace, love. Home, hearth.

Every world has fire at its heart

A scrap of warmth can save a life

The eye and the heart let you start.

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