Animals decend.
Although each note can be seen
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Orfeus follows dilligently his efimeral destiny,
To the populous city,
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From now on i go to Huma not the desert. Ihave roamed in deserts.
There were parts of me I didnt like, so i turnend into dust under your skirt, humbly serving your intrests.
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Shepherd, the sun tunes the forest poplars, and your lyre.
Rumours in the hills calm you, and a bright exotic bird charms you to a place of the blown candle were she said forever.
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So that you life has a meaning.
So that you are not wandering. aimlessly.
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I the tourist of the universe, prophet,
Surpass the obstacles, find relief in the shade.
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This thunder of forms has redirected me in a savagely abstract way
I interpret the symbols.
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I transcend, and overflow with sentiments like clothes in a washing machine.
My will penetrates the universe, its motion affects her face.
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Don't ask the desert, Venus is love.
Rise, love will return you to the mystery
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