Faces face the face facile
And link to thousands chords,
The gems and Jewell, show they,
And wealth of pictures they hoard.
Each is a flower with threads of sense,
Un-faded with Time, emits fragrance.
The vibrant glow of the cosmic inner,
Heralds, beds of thought-bud passage.
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