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This garden universe vibrates complete. |
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Some we get a sound so sweet. |
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Vibrations reach on up to become light, |
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And then thru gamma, out of sight. |
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Between the eyes and ears there lay, |
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The sounds of colour and the light of a sigh. |
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And to hear the sun, what a thing to believe. |
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But it's all around if we could but perceive. |
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To know ultra-violet, infra-red and x-rays, |
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Beauty to find in so many ways. |
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Two notes of the chord, that's our fluoroscope. |
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But to reach the chord is our lifes hope. |
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And to name the chord is important to some. |
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So they give a word, and the word is om. |
