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Old Chariot

the white tunic of the eastern ears


thou ever crashing waves


by the word of the five-fold star


DISPERSE


the red sun of the northern eyes


AWAKE


thou all seeing eyes


by the word of the five-fold star


SILENCE


the black shadow of the western tongue


ENFLAMMED


the grey sky of the southern mind


thou ever charged light


by the sign an the word of the five-fold star


clear as a rainbow cloud shining

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