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Nov 2015
Listen without the need to understand, be the river and not the ****
See with the eyes of the universe, forget all and you may remember
Be still, question only the questions
what you believe to be true, may well be false
So know, until the wind disappears and you begin to blow
Written by
Joel  raod
(raod)   
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   Cecil Miller
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