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And in a strange way undefined
Losing the one living hold
The limit that I call my mind
The "bound to" thing I call my soul

I love the things that children love
Yet with a comprehension deep
That lifts my pinning soul above
Those in which life is yet the sleep

All things the simple hard and bright
Unnoticed and too keen warn with
With each eyes' natural delight
That makes me proudly weep at it

I love the heavens with a joy
That makes me wonder at my soul
In his a pleasure knocking cloy
A thrilling I cannot control

So streched out here let me lie
Before for the sun that soaks me up
And let me gloriously die
Thinking too deep of living skies

Be solved of the sun and spread
Over the infinite expanse
Dissolve like a drop of too dead
Lost in a supernormal trend

And in a strange way undefined
Losing the one living hold
The limit that I call my mind
The "bound to" thing I call my soul

And in a strange way undefined
Losing the one living hold
The limit that I call my mind
The "bound to" thing I call my soul

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