Being
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Lyrics
The Unified Field whispers, so I open Lit substance of sentience undiluted Mind as prism Aliveness sees it, all colors coincide I am insect spit and tree sap I belong to the mother, I am her I was with "me" and yet I was I, the great I Am
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Song Details
- Duration
- 04:17
- Key
- 10
- Tempo
- 107 BPM