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shy moonlight spills
scattered secrets
only mute stars can hear
nature left no key
its pandora's box
best left forgot
in lapping waves
of endless time
as the keepers
stand their guard
should the sand run out
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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna
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