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Dwell
Make my mind
into stones
of
cold
warmed
in a crystalline
stream,
awakening a dream.
Becoming the
will
to
live,
becoming the primitive,
where mists loom, vaporous in veils: This place where grace
Dwells.
into stones
of
cold
warmed
in a crystalline
stream,
awakening a dream.
Becoming the
will
to
live,
becoming the primitive,
where mists loom, vaporous in veils: This place where grace
Dwells.
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