THIS : IS - NOT A:Meditation
THIS : IS - THE, Seed ; OF
A: Meditation
/
Them : The Path, Two : The Door
Through, which : You f(i/ou)nd Me
/
Come ! And Find Me
SO - I may embrace Thee
I love(s) You !
I love(s) You !
/
This is My Cross :
I teach SO : You
May Know : Silence
Sign, OF My Greatest Affection
/
This is My Rose:
I exist ! In: Bliss
Un-Till-I, re-mem-ber
You : DO-NOT
That : Makes Me SAD
I want You : To Be !
G-L-A-D
With Me, on Shore
Of a Four-In-Land
We, tiny, grains - of sand
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THIS , IS - All ; Four - You
C_m! Find Me !
/
THEN, We might abide - In
Bliss, a:lone, to-get-Her
SO - That, when Sun dis-
A-pears and Night comes
We have Each - Other
To keep the Fire - Going
Stay Warm
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LOVE : Is, My God
I:Am:It;Is DOG
About the Creator
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