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When my vision-eye flies

Towards the moon,

My heart becomes beautiful and pure.

When my vision-eye flies

Towards the sun,

My heart becomes confident and sure. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 201, Agni Press, 1994
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