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The breeze, with its tossing about, speaks of the movements on the water |
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Surface and sends out the shivers. |
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From those waves |
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I will read the future fate. |
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Oh silphs, inhabitants of the |
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Air,Be the mediators between me and the immaterial beings |
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By Paralda dominated |
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So that I may decipher to roar of the wind |
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Sator Arepo |
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Tenet Opera |
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RotasThe ethereal foundation, void of every substance. |
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Ouroboros you are the void that everything is, |
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You are the primordial substance that is |
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ChaosNow no more shapeless and empty as the central fire |
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Vibrates and floods it with light |
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The real secret is still unspeakable |
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Only through the mediation of symbols it can be pronounced, |
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Its thought has been awaken by the changed vision of all things. |
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Oh silence, teach the disciple of the ancient wise men, |
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So that every shape may become expressive and every sign may suggest deepvision |
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The snake, son of |
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Apsu generates the |
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Chaos,Its motto is one for everything |
