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  1. no words can describe the hunger of being meeting the utter silence is
    standing on the shore of sand where the ocean meets land and my body sinking dissolving
    spirit enlivening sand stretches beyond mind .
    Oh the cuckoo she warbles as she fly’s but she never ,no she never warbles before the fourth day of july
    Too make the philosophers stone in spirit and in matter is the only thing attainable for human kind

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