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I want to live where soul meets bodyAnd let the sun wrap its arms around meAnd bathe my skin in water cool and cleansingAnd feel, feel what its like to be newCause in my head there’s a greyhound stationWhere I send my thoughts to far off destinationsSo they may have a chance of finding a placewhere they’re far more suited than hereI cannot guess what we'll discoverWhen we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovelsBut I know our filthy hands can wash one another’sAnd not one speck will remainAnd I do believe it’s trueThat there are roads left in both of our shoesBut if the silence takes youThen I hope it takes me tooSo brown eyes I hold you nearCause you’re the only song I want to hearA melody softly soaring through my atmosphereWhere soul meets bodyWhere soul meets bodyWhere soul meets bodyAnd I do believe it’s trueThat there are roads left in both of our shoesBut if the silence takes youThen I hope it takes me tooSo brown eyes I hold you nearCause you’re the only song I want to hearA melody softly soaring through my atmosphereA melody softly soaring through my atmosphereA melody softly soaring through my atmosphereA melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
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You, neighbor god, if sometimes in the night
I rouse you with loud knocking, I do so
only because I seldom hear you breathe
and know: you are alone.
And should you need a drink, no one is there
to reach it to you, groping in the dark.
Always I hearken. Give but a small sign.
I am quite near.
Between us there is but a narrow wall,
and by sheer chance; for it would take
merely a call from your lips or from mine
to break it down,
and that without a sound.
The wall is builded of your images.
They stand before you hiding you like names.
And when the light within me blazes high
that in my inmost soul I know you by,
the radiance is squandered on their frames.
And then my senses, which too soon grow lame,
exiled from you, must go their homeless ways.
—Rainer Maria Rilke
Poems from the Book of Hours
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