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Four,
Four hundred
or four thousand dreams
may decay into indigo dust,
that covers Aquarius,
And still the voice will say:
Love.
Go,
be,
but forget no-one.
Weak,
strong,
all belong.
In the friendly
opal life of Uranus,
all men can blend,
yet still be what they are.