| My transmissions began
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| When diamond said to coal:
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| «Why so yielding?»
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| A journey
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| The valley of quest
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| The valley of love
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| The valley of understanding
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| The valley of independence
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| The valley of unity
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| The valley of astonishment
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| The valley of deprivation
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| The quest
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| You leave home
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| The important part is you leave home
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| Left home in search of where the orchid grows
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| Found a lotus pond in Echo Park and got confused
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| Met an Aristotelian and got to press him 'bout his awkward views
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| Why you so quick to divide? |
| So hasty, devise and cut in two
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| Knowing it’s impolite to tarry, I went about my way
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| And I don’t like scary niggas so I ain’t been around the way
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| Picking spinach out my teeth from the (Florentine)
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| Hold this notebook like an advanced new camera
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| The panorama makes me some kind of past-master
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| Gawking at the pasture as I pen this, it hails
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| The Howitzer in the garden of my (mind)
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| It isn’t always so reliable
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| Earthworm nimrod preaching about survival
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| And the orchestral nature of chaos
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| Lurking in the numbers, burping penumbra
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| How gracefully he fidgets with the ephemeral |