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This garden universe vibrates complete.
- Some, we get a sound so sweet.
- Vibrations reach on up to become light,
- And then thru gamma, out of sight.
- Between the eyes and ears there lay,
- The sounds of colour and the light of a sigh.
- And to hear the sun, what a thing to believe.
- But it's all around if we could but perceive.
- To know ultra-violet, infra-red and X-rays,
- Beauty to find in so many ways.
- Two notes of the chord, that's our fluoroscope.
- But to reach the chord is our life's hope.
- And to name the chord is important to some.
- So they give a word, and the word is OM.
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- The Moody Blues
Damn, I am like super sticky toffee, infatuated with infinite fluctuations of flickering logarithmic whatsits
programmed to presume all that I am supposed of Ommmm!!!!
