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Oh Shadowless Ones
You will never know darkness
oh, shadowless ones
not even a glimpse of sadness
from you all misery hides.
My sandals are not fit
to thread your golden trail
through gravel, through mud
through sand, my feet prevail.
Always taking the narrow path
tortuous, through spiny brush
refusing to tame its height
or avoid the scratch and rush.
I worship in the meadow
among the rolling grass
my voice echoes hollow
among granite and glass.
Continue building your majestic temple
and I will bring new gods for it
if they displease you, then
in the ruins we shall meet.
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