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I know I am an idiot true.In the growing clouds my hopeful feet,
Hands flung skywards for the blue stars.My throes no sun, no moon, shall greet.
I had a dream, a real dream:God would bury Himself to live
In human ignorance hungry and black,To human death His Soul He’ll give.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,Chandelier, part 1, 1980
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