Traveller now witches the stream
The astral flight to dapter
From the pain chief rise the sense
but none return to seas
And they do release me
and the phoenix rise triumphant
and walks into the solitude ground
the souls emerge in tense.
Roam around the river
hear rhymes onto the deathless
light goes through the out junk words
the soul gayant prevails
liberates in wisdom to complete state of negation
the barrows subsumed by grace
emancipates from dream

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