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Takes a momment , a glimmer of realisation
Awareness of the past, breathe, and eternal compensation.
The pattern is clear carved in every strend that bore the test
And times is pressed when single minds bear at ease
the suffering of it all affects all except one.
The creator, the light. The light that shines in all our minds.
The ways are cleared, the walls are lowered,
and the distinctions that once held hard, fall hither.
Two worlds woven of one fiber.
The love that bears the thread itself,
One beating heart at the center of it all.
And They call it many names, many places, bringing us close to one sensation.
The one we live, cry , love and die for, the one we call creation.
A global movement, every emotion juiced out and fed into the mains.
We are who we are when we have always been.
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The Colour of Pleasure
