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Out of my deeper heart a bird rose and flew skyward.
Higher and higher did it rise, yet larger and larger did it grow.
At first it was but like a swallow, then a lark, then an eagle, then as vast as a spring cloud, and then it filled the starry heavens.
Out of my heart a bird flew skyward. And it waxed larger as it flew.
Yet it left not my heart.
—Kahlil Gibran
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I am not this hair,
I am not this skin,
I am the soul that lives within.
—Rumi
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I have inside me the winds, the deserts, the oceans, the stars, and everything created in the universe.
We were all made by the same hand, and we have the same soul.
—Paulo Coelho
The Alchemist
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