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Immortal Spirit

Competition to me is a waste of time,
the clock and the calendar commit no crime.
Look into my eyes, I am the sparkling sun
looming up above to share the fluid of fun.
We are immortal spirits, immortal spirits.

Stand and stare, look here I am the moon,
the twilight bow; I am thy celestial boon.
Hear the splatter my dear, I am the rain.
Pouring down to drain the heat of your pain.
We are immortal spirits, immortal spirits.

I am the star swirling in swift brightness,
I shine the light for the one who lives in darkness;
And even if they come to pull me down,
A thousand more will take the courteous crown.
We are immortal spirits, immortal spirits.

Speak the truth; I will not bow to thraldom,
I sing aloud of the ancestors’ wisdom,
And even if they try to put me out
A million more will clear their doubt.
We are immortal spirits, immortal spirits.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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