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Repentant, it washes away my sin;

abandoned, it gives me good company;

at a complete loss, blessings i may win;

blinded by the light, it makes me to see;

miserable, it's very comforting;

needing to think, underneath i may sit;

losing words, it gives me the chance to sing;

in ecstasy, i share my bliss with it;

heart fast asleep, i wake up shivering;

lonely souled, my lover taps my shoulder;

soundful without a sign of whimpering;

in weakness, it asks me to be bolder.

Communing with nature was ne'er more fun

than sweet union with the great Cosmic One.