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Where the golden means, so the gets overseen And the over here's are the things Can see the bell but don't know the The are not sounds, but circles Wear on your virtues See through these circles just Steve Urkel it's all universal And it harmonize and like the Porsche into the larger And it's dynamic in the high So each degree has a part to See big worlds have little worlds that feed on their And little world lesser worlds and so on to viscosity
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The applause and of the laws in nature Override and the laws of nations Pilgrims bear witness at all the Sun overcome traditions Numbers govern our religions Dead levels making decisions Perpendicular to the bad curricular to the unconditioned Any love less than unconditional is so under Christian unrepentant The physical part of my church the invisible arts of my work To make gold from garbage is not the unchemical part of map But truth be told it's the pursuit of That turns the goal of men trash The souls gold and turning gold into cash And your reflection is your connection to collections of more directions and paths If your reflection is a mask, you're reflective of mass To see yourself just at me then split your reflection in half
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