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The feverish flaming sunset

is staining with its blood the far horizon;

the burning waves are running to the shoreline

where they die whispering at his feet.

Seven moons high in the sky;

a small space-ship waits nearby;

an old man cries in silence on the white cliff;

his tears run off his face into the sea.

[Man]

"I spent my whole life

searching for an answer:

the meaning of the very Vital Flame.

It's time for me

to give up and surrender:

I spent my days in vain".

[Sea]

"The meaning of a gift

is in the way you give it;

the sense of every life

is in the way you live it.

You can turn back

the Clock of inner time

feeling your life has just begun

if you just see and feel:

everything is different

yet everything is One"

Now the old man's face is smiling,

while the Clock turns back to youth.

The man is wimming

in the purple ocean.

The man is you.