Spirit Dance

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And I'm breathing the air of lost land, I travel in the true dimension. Tedium is interrupted, I penetrate into The light of revelation, I meet the man and his spirit, His art, his grace, true spiritual love, The kindness of whom caresses a flower With renewed enthusiasm.

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