The door is open, a passing. |
~Cause there's the old inside the new, and the new emerging out of the old, this is a continuous, constant conversation forming realities out of realities.~ |
If luck is by your side |
And sometimes things are produced by purity of longing |
Undefined as they are, underneath the moon and the sun, they contain the grace of opportunity |
One's gaze says so much about the person |
If we are willing to read the seal hiding inside things |
Is there a final testimony and verdict? |
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