To speak of things unseen
An endless flowing stream
As if it's but a dream
Stardusted, sacred things
Mind thoughts, be aware
They shape all that's there
Bring life, to what you will
Illusions, seem so real
The body can not hold
Formations of your soul
The only truth to know
Is in the letting go
And every knee shall bow
And every being crowned
A search for something true
A finding is within you
Within you
Within you
Within you
Within you...
You'll find it
It's high time that
You'll find it
It's high time that
You'll find it
It's high time that
It's high time that
It's high time that
It's high time that
You find it...
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