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An empty shell awaits the arrival of a dew drop in its core So it may deliver it as a pearl on time's shores
And find its own liberation there on!
The dew drop waits For the lash of torrential storm On the winds of which it will find transport
Into the thirsting shell forlorn!
The storm, it waits to play its part in this divine game Until the rise of a white star in the cosmic frame Whose aura must touch the little pearl frail
To transform it into a priceless gem!
