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My spirit rises with me through the sky,
as I thrive thus soften the burdens of life.
I SEE your voice in the distant place
where I would sell my soul to stay!
What would not I do to remain in you
as the cruel dimension dies,
I HEAR your beauty in the mystic place,
please curtains never end this play!
Mortals will never understand
because their eyes refuse to see.
For after all, a slaveless world
is like an oil-less machine!
If you could only understand
potential pleasures she keeps inside.
Divine, the only way to define,
because without HER i'd rather die!
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