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Following the music of a blind
It flows above the roofs, and over melted flurries
A brilliance of a star, collapsing moon is lean.
A blind musician gazed, he didnt wish to tarry.
He seized the world of seen and shackled in a string.
So marvelous the sound of unfulfilled desires,
It seems a distant path is difficult but mine.
And you are so in rush to find predictions gyre,
Forgetting all about the crossed preceding line.
Wake up! Not only are you looking for redemption,
With all your hopes at last, in agony to swim.
And being lost for good, youll leave, without exceptions,
Untouched, as if it was... And follow blindly Him.
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