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Which unknown | Creating oscillation in the mind, | ||
Which traveler unknown did arrive? | |||
He | He took the far and made it near; | ||
He cast aside obstruction's binding. | |||
What had been in utopia | |||
into the world of | Came down into the world of form. | ||
With sound and touch, smell and taste, | |||
Sensation's flood he did wake. | |||
For so long, age after age, | |||
I'd been waiting for whose sake? | |||
The fixed date disregarding, that same guest, | |||
He responded to my invitation. | |||
responded to my | |||
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