Miracle unjaded mind. Child borne of love and weeping. Awaken then to this unsleeping world of suns always creeping. Unending path and pathos keeping. It is all I know or ever will know. All has been said, lied, or tongue beated. Go now into the earth and add nothing. All was forever here and forever will be. Diversified and separated like stars in the sky yield they a pattern make unrelated and get recognized. Now I know how it is done, dreary eyed.
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