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| Gone are the days |
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| Gone are the days |
| wandering from star to star |
| in search of you. |
| I lost you long ago |
| in the exploding nebulas |
| of expanding Creation. |
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| Finally, I ran out of clues |
| as to where you might be |
| and what direction to go. |
| I seemed to be at the end |
| of my journey, for my resources |
| were low and the brilliant light |
| of my soul was but an ember. |
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| As my light faded into a soft glow |
| I plummeted into the dark loneliness |
| on a final journey to disappear |
| forever. |
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| With nothing left |
| all I could do was surrender. |
| And so I pressed my heart |
| to the Quiet of the Universe |
| for the final time. |
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| Then, ever so softly |
| out of the infinite stillness: |
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| boom-boom ... boom-boom ... |
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| Waking from the gathering slumber |
| I asked “Could this be?” |
| Falling back into stillness |
| I listened once again. |
| Here ... here it comes: |
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| boom-boom ... boom-boom ... |
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| Yes. That is it! |
| boom-boom ... boom-boom ... |
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| It was the song of your heart |
| calling me home. |
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