From the thundering clouds
Of the Red-White Sea
My Infanta
Born again
Strait of eternal innocence
Seraphic back and skinny temple
Put a smile in a poppy
In front of the burning bush
Your bold eyes twinkle
Your gravitational face
Outside of Rideau Hall
Your pulsar piano breathes
Fire bullets in my sky
Number thirty-seven
Of cosmological freeway
L.O.A.N
Music with Paul Grunelius
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