The peace is frothing through the heart and in the soul,
From the start beneath a heavy weight as cold as gold,
Fools gold to protect the spirit and the name.
It churned and pressed with neither fear nor shame,
Forthwith it broke and came so little tried
Rising in turmoil from the depths it was pried
Until it soothed and warmed and broke the chains
And, now, forever more in the heart remains.
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