The soul is there
When the ego avalanche lets go
Furiously steaming
Burning through the snow
Most don’t dig
Nor try to reach that strange glow
Only sitting on drifts to chatter
When meaning
Lies
Far
Below
The soul is there
When the ego avalanche lets go
Furiously steaming
Burning through the snow
Most don’t dig
Nor try to reach that strange glow
Only sitting on drifts to chatter
When meaning
Lies
Far
Below
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