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Lunar eclipse your graceful lips speak of the psalms unsung,
unchosen ones
A peaceful place free from distraction
An empty space void of interactions

Saturated in your bliss
A sanctioned loneliness
A psalm only sung to those who wander alone

Chanting in the distance
An echo over oceans
Perched atop your shoulder sits the faintest whisper, it says
River flow let hatred go and receive pride
The universe is in your eyes

Many of us posses this disease
To amass a wealth of material things
There are better steps to take
And think of the world we make

Chanting, etc

Let it go
Abandon the speeches of a dead man's diatribe
And embrace the knowledge found inside

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