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When I leave this place of things and men
And take a starbound ride
What fills the space of loss of mind?
What will I know of heavenly hosts
If the pure is burdened inside?
Escape from this berth of gravity worlds
To a dream made of clouds made of light
And rest in a place where all...
Is but one thing
Exchanges of peace, forever revolving
The eye of the storm of the night.
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