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Draw
a circle on the ground,
Burn the fire in the center,
Be the fire, be the circle
As if nothing is for later.
Dance like madness,
Flow like ether,
Be released and gently gathered.
Flow like a river -
All the rivers!
Child of source
And Freedom’s
Mothers!
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