“Τhere is a cry deeper than all sound,
tears hidden that overflowing as waves,
a shadows language that whispering in the ear of life,
''be boundless, feel the earth recieve you as you are,
be conscious and the infinite expanse of heaven
will grow even wider.”

Source: Song There is a cry

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