The light came through the window, straight from the sun above, and so inside my little room there plunged the rays of love. In streams of light i clearly saw the dust you seldom see, out of which the nameless makes a name for one like me. I'll try to say a little more: love went on and on until it reached an open door ? then love itself love itself was gone. All busy in the sunlight the flecks did float and dance, and i was tumbled up with them in formless circumstance. I'll try to say a little more: love went on and on until it reached an open door ? then love itself love itself was gone. Then i came back from where i'd been. my room, it looked the same ? but there was nothing left between the nameless and the name. All busy in the sunlight the flecks did float and dance, and i was tumbled up with them in formless circumstance. I'll try to say a little more: love went on and on until it reached an open door ? then love itself, love itself was gone. love itself was gone.
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