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Alone in this mental fun land, I sing while creating new worlds for my imaginations play.  The mind calls upon the wonder of our existence as energies flow through, for I know that I cannot do this alone.  I sing and my voice falls short of beautiful, so I hope my words draw others near.  Laying back I rest my head in the stars and light fills all consciousness.  Looking around I seek companions in mind and hope they are as lovely in mind as what their being seems to hold.  Thinking of such joy, a dying landscape blooms into beautiful new life.  My eyes burn and tears fall to their end in bearded landscape.  Come in I say, see what worlds stand in freedom of mind. 

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