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A gentle throb, a warm breath,
The consciousness of travelling,
Of the mysterious end
Distinguish us from cold shadows.
Mute voices in the universe,
So different, so anonymous.
Creators in the arts:
Orphic, evocative spell.
It's cosmic harmony which gets lost
Into the infinite emptiness.
