The Wonders of the Soul Must it be some day One day or other I don't know On the same level we could see That the sea remains unchanging Fear, oh the fear of solitude, of boundless immensity Does the refuge claim its victim? Or should the danger rather relinguish Borderless and intricate is the call of mystery Which should be the principle? Forgot some words, tranquility and peace Where on earth could those may be? Somewhere lost between the sheets. What about the dawning sun And the neverending light? Dark is just a breath away Must it be some day!

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