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Where's the love you've been lookin’ for little fella? The piece, peace, of ye heart? Where are the bits, the sparks, filaments of eternal heart, undying soul? Hold me warmly, and hold me tight, for anything but peace resides in this mind, this ravaged body. Terror and fear cross all the roads, make all the water and blood boil and wave, high tides. Once in the yellow sunshine, unobstructed by clouds, beside the ocean, little breeze of air comes into the lungs. The sand releases sound of starts it collected over night. One little corner to unbound, to spread the wings, to not worry, not think at all, just be.