Philosophy / Wisdom / Consciousness
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In the dream she was young, two or threeshe was crying wildly and I ran to her where I found her covered in liquid and bloodlike a rebirth, I beheld with great tenderness this babe bravely facing limitationspushing forward, looking for the way that makes all things clearlooking for a way out of innocence without getting hurt,and in my fervor to spare her pain my attempts at helping fail,yet she moves forward deftly listening to guides only she can hearIt is a song with strains of angelsIt is a song written for herIt is a song she will dance to her whole life long
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