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Water alone can re-enliven you,
return, therefore, to the origins – a flash splitting the clouds, rain generating life, nourishing it, when time has come, it’s water too that finally engulfs the whole A castle of dreams, your soul, plunged down into the deep, to shed its shell; freed from your old self-centered I your body like a magic wand is drawing around you the tiny creatures of the sea, sea weeds are now being your hair When did butterfly wings start growing on your shoulders? Suddenly, sick of idleness, your heart is thinking of another flight.
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