The Beginning
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There once was a boy who crushed on a girl,
He wanted to give her the whole wide world.
Each time she spoke his head was in a whirl,
A being but not of flesh
He is existence
He is truth
He is all
The melody he sings
Graces the ears
Like honey the tongue
A fresh current sprung
Spreading, reaching, growing, flowing—unheard
