We are one and the same.
But yet when we were separated we forgot.
And so then separate we are.
To the complete blackness we go, and one we become.
Of the Divine-All Colors.
The rain dew shows, what it must…
Innate it is in pure clarity,
Yet allow it does light to flow.
And so colors we see…
Of its ode, dance, and purity…
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