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		I gathered knowledge like a precious store.
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		And heart, filled to the brim, began to roll
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		The stage's walls became a lucid glass.
		The world, so clearly split and known, did drown
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		There's only dance, a song, eternal light.
		The world's no stage of rolesit is the beat
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		Just simply be and breathe. And let the quiet
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		That song which pierced the depth, without a riot.

		The world is you. Just breathe it inand know.
		It's not the way it seems before your eyes.
		It simply is. And this is heaven's show,
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		I shout hello to the fluffy clouds!
		I dissolve completely in childrens laughter,
		Life is the greatest mystery!

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		My dearest ones, I now embrace,
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