Never more or less has this time expired for you to see.
With such beauty the wind dances 'round the tress.
Leaves hover and dance to the sound of the strings.
Don't be timid gentle soul, expect the best of waves and delusions set to mind, here alas the eyes have opened.
Dear king of Israel halt no furry in the taking of hearts.
The sun will set upon your weed covered stone.
The earth will shake with cries and screams.
Don't be shy lost moon, your time will come to join in great posture.
Set forth a great plan and see what I have seen.
Our lunar eclipse collapses in shadows above the clouds, above the stars, bellow the ground .
The search for solar beings, the search for truth and knowledge, the search for god has ended here.
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