Why do we betray intentions?
Memories of pointless redemptions.
Why do we remain unconscious,
Gathering in faithless processions?
True desires I find in the pure of heart,
in the immense, where I take my sight.
Wandering in wind, regressing,
following the course of precession.
True desires I find in the pure of heart,
in the immense, where I take my sight.

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