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Light's wave, piercing darkness, | |||
Toward | Toward the Infinite it races... | ||
Race, race, it races, | |||
Toward the Infinite it races. | |||
Having called everyone, it passes, | |||
Having stirred everyone, it passes, | |||
Pass, pass, it passes, | |||
Having stirred everyone, it passes. | |||
To its cadence, mind-shoots dance; | |||
Peacock-tambourines crave benediction. | |||
Moving rapidly and full of passion, | |||
Drawn near all things get, | |||
Get, get, they do get, | |||
Drawn near, all things get. | |||
What was | What was in the past, what still exists, | ||
That which will persist, it gives unison. | |||
Give, give, it does give, | |||
That which will persist, it gives unison. | |||
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