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This Is How I Would Die Into The Love I Have For You: As Pieces Of Cloud Dissolve In Sunlight.

Today I'm Out Wandering, Turning My Skull Into A Cup For Others To Drink Wine From. In This Town Somewhere There Sits A Calm, Intelligent Man, Who Doesn't Know What He's About To Do!

The Gates Made Of Light Swing Open. You See In.

Carry Your Baggage Towards Silence , When You Seek The Signs Of The Way.

Don't Insist On Going Where You Think You Want To Go. Ask The Way To The Spring.