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I am the veil parter and the vision seer I am the wisdom searcher Wading through seas of thought I am the ideal weaver, the fire keeper I am the tear maker and tear drier I am the lone sigher Lost in worlds of my own solitude I am the starving son Of a rich world And the obese son Of a skeletal world I am a paradox Of all Paradoxes I am a song That defies the singing I am the hummer of tunes And the teller of tales I am blind but see all I am dumb yet know everything Who but I can kiss a trees tears Who but I can sing with the universe And spar with an atom I dance with the ghosts of ancients And in the dancing renew their life I see the truth and become it Student of the race, or is it they who learn? |
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