CHANTS OF HORIZON
In the mind flashing in the dream,
with the breaking of all the broken shadow.
expectations of the time,
midst of burnt Love Light,
O lost heart, walk alone;
see the dream the blue lily in sweet corpus.
The flute was worried that I listen -
The natural silent death under life;
here time seems golden -
Cookbook of the blue direction,
split second to lose sight of the mind.
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