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On sunny days of summer, I am indeed the butterfly; And like the ancient drummer, I rhythm straight towards the sky...Stephan Attia
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When the shadows shroud the woods, And the mountains are empty and bare; I am flying with the crow...Stephan Attia
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To hear her name I truly yearn, My heart is crying out; The sense of love I wish to earn, Without a second doubt.Stephan Attia
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For those who sense and comprehend, They know that heaven is at hand; The river blue which stream and stream, It has the pictures of my dream.Stephan Attia