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HIGHER AND HIGHER
There is an apple on the Tree of Life
I can not yet reach
The most perfect transcendental apple of them all
I hope through all my seeking and striving
To grasp that magical apple
And in that moment shuffle off
The mortal terror that haunts me
Opening up a vastness of possibilities
Through Understanding and past Understanding
To the wild blue infinity beyond
Where true freedom is my sword and shield
Where I can fly on wings of love
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