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From here you travel on alone. Look closely in between the stones, And you will see a pathway leading down. Down into the mother earth Whose deep womb gives the waters birth, Down into the stream and dark, Where no light gives you way or mark Down and down and down you crawl Into the deepest deepest hall Down beyond all sense or rhyme, Down beyond all thought or time, Down and down and down you go, Until you hear a sound below: A sound mysterious and deep That throbs and wakes your blood from sleep The sound that brings the waters forth Out of the living heart of earth: A sound of whirling rushing air, A sound of blazing burning fire, And from your narrow shingle way You see a glow like coming day, And as with every darkfilled night You leap out at the end... Tb light!
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