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5/22/2006 12:18:15 PM
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that which passes through everything
somewhere underneath i see
the seed of something growing fast
i can sense it, underneath
when i am sleeping deep i see
the bright of something inside me
i can sense it deep, i see
in the sounds of air, i see
whispers in the lips of ghosts
i can sense it in the air
in the rhythm of a dream
in the air of breathing
sleeping underneath my feet
is the emptiness i am achieving
in their whispers all i hear
are the sounds of light in me
i can hear it through the air
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