I can see the Light.
Its color is white.
The point of life
Is in finding of mind.
My mind is at rest.
It state is the best.
I am not in the quest
Of meaning of existence.
I keep my way.
I work day to day.
It Light is the key
To a door of Easter Sunday.
Its color is white.
The point of life
Is in finding of mind.
My mind is at rest.
It state is the best.
I am not in the quest
Of meaning of existence.
I keep my way.
I work day to day.
It Light is the key
To a door of Easter Sunday.
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