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1943 Jan 24
There is a butterfly
A beautiful butterfly
that comes by sometimes,
She talks to me
i can hear her in my mind,
I want to go with her
to the valleys and farms
and see what she sees.
1943 Jan 23
my eyes sees the light
my eyes is the light
the light emerges from inside of me
the light is my soul
my soul is the temple
the temple is where the light resides
the light is god
god is me
we are one

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