| There is an ocean of vast proportion
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| And she flows within ourselves.
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| To take dips daily we dive in gaily,
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| He knows who goes within himself.
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| The abode of Angels, the mystical Promised Land,
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| The one and only Heaven, the God of man
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| Is but the closing of an eyelid away.
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| There is a silence of pure excellence
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| And she flows within ourselves.
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| To appreciate, re-deactivate,
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| He knows who goes within himself.
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| The domain of Devils, the Fearful Land,
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| The only and only Hades, the Satan of man
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| Is but the closing of an eyelid away.
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| All is as it was and ever more shall be,
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| Though they try to tell us it’s not so.
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| Over all the earth there’s nothing new to see,
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| Excepting every seed will newly grow.
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| Innocence in childhood false men misconstrue
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| To be years of darkness spent in shade,
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| Denying childhood’s vision of the God of Love,
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| So that Truth be turned about and untruth made,
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| And untruth made.
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| There is a reason for every season
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| Of change within ourselves.
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| To navigate, re-appreciate
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| And know the flow within ourselves.
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| The deliverance from Deluge, the good dry land,
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| The one and only Haven, the rock of Man
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| Is but the closing of an eyelid away.
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| There is a season, ooh,
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| There is an ocean, ooh,
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| There is a silence, ooh. |