Two pedestrian souls
Meet in a circle of love
And branch out in three:
Forever bound by that magical truth,
Of the eternal evolutionary.
That beauteous feeling of eudamonia,
That one-ness of purpose in three:
What wonderful a thing the world!
And the bondage of freedom is free!
Meet in a circle of love
And branch out in three:
Forever bound by that magical truth,
Of the eternal evolutionary.
That beauteous feeling of eudamonia,
That one-ness of purpose in three:
What wonderful a thing the world!
And the bondage of freedom is free!
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