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The Music of the Spheres
The eternal silence of these infinite spaces fills my mind with dread.
We've filled the heavens, the Earth,and the fullness thereof
With emptiness instead.
Where did the cosmic fullness go?
And what has it emptied out into?
Made void by the minds that think they know
But hardly ever had a clue.
If were fortunate enough to glimpse the truth through the smog of our pollution
Then we will find embedded there the source of our solution.
I we could amplify the sound of light and love
then we'd feel the ghost of truth descending like a dove.
Blot out the sound of ignorance and fear.
Then we will hear the music of the spheres.
We've filled the heavens, the Earth,and the fullness thereof
With emptiness instead.
Where did the cosmic fullness go?
And what has it emptied out into?
Made void by the minds that think they know
But hardly ever had a clue.
If were fortunate enough to glimpse the truth through the smog of our pollution
Then we will find embedded there the source of our solution.
I we could amplify the sound of light and love
then we'd feel the ghost of truth descending like a dove.
Blot out the sound of ignorance and fear.
Then we will hear the music of the spheres.
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