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A poem that turned into a song...
FATE WEAVING
Web spinning, fate weaving, Maya's illusions are deceiving Blind the Spinner who cannot see It's our thoughts that spin the weave, It's our selves that we deceive.
Become as Maya, no delusions, The Spinner sees through all illusions. It's our desire that casts the weave, It's our love that sets us free. It's our thought's that spin the web It's our fear we have to dread.
Web spinning, fate weaving, Maya's illusions are deceiving. Become the Spinner, look within. Freedom from illusion win. It is your destiny that you spin.
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