Vertigo
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Watching the cars dart through the city streets,
In this manic, modern merry go round:
Where everybody has to be somewhere,
I think of other worlds beyond the sun:
Where life's parade drifts by so easily;
Where Love is Creation's crowning glory;
Where there's no trace of atomisation;
Just the bright waves of warm communion.
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