A gentle throb, a warm breath,
The consciousness of travelling,
Of the mysterious end
Distinguish us from cold shadows.
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.
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