And there I'll find him.
I'll find him, and I'll talk to him. I'll ask him to sing me a song, to recite a poem, and my spirit will be free once more, more than ever.
He'll be my master. I'll be his most faithfull follower.
Yes, I'll talk to him. He'll be there. And I'll follow the Gods.
The bird of prey will take me on it's flight.
Sometimes when it's all spun out
and all that is ugly recedes
into a deep sleep
There is an awakening
and all that remains is true.
As the body is ravage
the spirit grows strongerJim Morrison

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