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Pick your shadow up, slender on the vine |
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Green wind will lift you, under sky blue tongues |
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Someday your chariot of air will vanish from |
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this world of wine and bone |
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And then what remains of you is pure and genuine |
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as wild honey |
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Free of form and desire, there before the naked eye to know nobody |
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To know nobody |
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No body |
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Each empire who inherits the sea, rises and retreats into foam |
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In the ash there stirs a seed, empty between |
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what's unseen and unknown |
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To penetrate pure light, penetrate pure light, you gotta suffer some |
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And then what remains of you is pure |
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and genuine as wild honey |
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Free of form and desire, there before the naked eye to own nobody |
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To owe nobody |
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No body |
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No body |
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No body |
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To know nobody |
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Nobody |
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To owe nobody |
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No body |
