Orai
Orai
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21/II/2
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There is no meaning, there is no meaning.
There is no meaning, there is no movement.
In the silent, in the indifferent, the very essence is
hidden.
What cannot be can become everything in an instant.
Filled and empty at the same time.
What was not, is not, and what cannot be in the
future.
Perfect perfection that complements everything around
it.
Ideal greatness, ideal strength, ideal dignity.
Everything is ideal, which itself has become meaning.
Sin
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