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When my mind is vacant and empty, I can sense the Lord Orchestrating beauty From the heart of the void. Tranquility of a still morning Is worth more to me Than everything and more. Compared to the stress Of the speeding world.
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Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 8:17 AM UTC
The World's Aphasia
When my mind is vacant and empty, I can sense the Lord Orchestrating beauty From the heart of the void. Tranquility of a still morning Is worth more to me Than everything and more. Compared to the stress Of the speeding world.
Aranyani
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Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 8:17 AM UTC
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