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Can you believe me when I tell you,
it's not too far to go?
That place where we will find our peace,
that place where all will glow.

It's hidden behind a blink of the eye,
that place we know where all pigs fly.
It's obvious and loud, and silent and deep,
its where we go for our soul to keep.

We ignore all of the signs,
we memorize our own lines.
We trod upon what is shown,
and can't understand what we've blown.

Don't let them tell you, what they think is so,
the only way to learn, is if you go.
We waste away for many years,
we fill a lake with regretted tears.

We tell them all, we love them so,
but we are still afraid to tell them no.
The silent side is where you want to be,
greener pastures and spirit free.

Be a warrior and complain no more,
love them equally, king and whore.
Be the stick that becomes the rod,
strive to be the display of God!

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