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The wild thunder, turning to consolation.
The crying shower, turning to purification.
You, flowing through me streaming
down on my skin.
You, moving my mind, making me
dance through this hell.
One round, two rounds,
and three rounds and on and on.
Don't stop until you feel at one with the universe.

My inner garden, turning to desolation.
My quiet nights, turning to agitation.
You, growing through me,
leaving scars on my skin.
You, moving my mind,
making me dance through this hell.
One round, two rounds,
and three rounds and on and on.
Don't stop until you feel at one with the universe.

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