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The light from the sun
enlightens the heart
The pelvic water streams;

To talk is to lie
To sleep is to cry
To cry is to remember.

Remember a day long gone,
When the flowers green
And the dreams of gold.

Weed out the pain
Let us play in vain
Whisper as it seems;

To live is to die
To wish is to cry
To dream is to ask why

there were moments of truth
and times spent with the gods

and where are you?


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