Life as it seemed to the circling man
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As he gazed into discarded land
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Was a ride on a carousel of faith
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Then he flew away
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He travelled far through his worn out mind
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Through sorrow and pai, what had he gained?
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Still his dreams they could never take away
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So he flew into the sun again
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Emptiness struck as he realized
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There's no answer to "who am I? what am I?"
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He then saw why men must construct for themselves
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A cloud of Unknowing
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Cloud Constructor
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| Spiral Architect |
