I the tourist of the universe, prophet,
Surpass the obstacles, find relief in the shade.
Find there is a kiss that rules over men and women.
For it seems more precious than silver,
That, sensitive music, is taking me to place where i never dreamed possible, only my predjudices and my ignorance prevent me reaping the harvest.
Blessed are those that reap, haleluyah.
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