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Pearls Of Light
After the cold darkness
In the heart of the forest
Where birds are singing
for the new born sun
In the womb of the leaves
In the branches of the trees
lies the treasure of the morning
The pearls of light
Carried away by the truculence of my world
I got lost in the search for enlightment
The blue rain covered my roots and
I forgot where I came from
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