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![]() Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud And the sky of the sky of a tree called life; Which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide. And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart. I carry your heart. I carry it in my heart. |
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![]() 'Because, wherever your heart is, that is where you'll find your treasure.' 'But my heart is agitated,"' the boy said. 'It has its dreams, it gets emotional, and it's become passionate over a woman of the desert. It asks things of me, and it keeps me from sleeping many nights, when I'm thinking about her.' 'Well, that's good. Your heart is alive. Keep listening to what it has to say.' |
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