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For when we're present there s a gate
to states where we like droplets played

and form that stream that is the soul
where every part becomes a whole


where we remember it is true
that you were I once and I you


and times where our minds were off
and without doubts there s only love


and that again we'll pour and spill
and move past forms and flow past will


and that all streams once set in motion
will flow and merge and form an ocean


and in that space beneath our mind
where words and sounds aren't hard to find


I found the courage to the choice 
to stop to hide and use my voice

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