| Now the spirit leaves all flesh behind
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| Suddenly submerged by the primordial waters
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| Tossed and carried away by its constant tumult
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| And washes on the shores of the other side
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| The moon glares at the unconscious entity
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| Its gleaming light permeates the shell
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| Cleansing and washing away the dross within
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| Of its former life, only fading memories remain
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| A ghastly presence appears in the depth of night
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| Its touch, soft as silk, yet cold as ice
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| It now leans over the lifeless, worthless body
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| And with a whisper, grants it life again
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| Soul and spirit in ecstatic communion
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| The true self, afire with divine passion
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| Awakened to a new conscious existence
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| What has already died my not fear to die again |