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| Celluloid Wicker Man |
What is there in this world to hold me so tight
that I cannot leave it?
Leave it with tender memories and wonderful
moments.
Money, wealth and fame all dreams gone past, health
and longevity possibly a bonus with enlightenment another lure to ensnare.
So what is left?
The Self and what is that? Ah
only the Self knows that and what can be said about that?
SHACK
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