The Mystery is unfolding;
The Sun is turning black.

Daylight has my Name within;
It is puring through the crack.

Rivers run through jungles fetid green;
The dolphins claim the emerald sea.

I am turning in the stream as
You are turning in the stream.

Triumphant stands the blasted pine;
The azure sky enfolds our dream.

Your breath upon th ewindow pane
unveils a dewy opulescent pearl;

Mere moisture of the Truth,
informing it will not remain.

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