The Privy Prairie: A Thousand Million

A Thousand Million

Journey of a thousand million,
Dream of a thousand Cellos,
A song from a lone Piano,

The gift of gift is in giving,
for the best of giving,
is in the spreading,
of an endless happiness

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By the Sun and his glorious splendour;
By the Moon as she follows him;
By the Day as it shows up the Sun's glory;
By the Night as it conceals it;
By the Firmament and its wonderful structure;
By the Earth and its wide expanse;
By the Soul and the proportion and order given to it;
And its enlightenment as to its wrong and right;
Truly he succeeds that purifies it;
And he fails that corrupts it!

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