Beggars

Beggars Our place is placeless

Beggars,

Our place is placeless,

Traces of the traceless.

Beggars, made of immortal light,

We search the lyric grace of silent music,

The hidden harmony of stars,

We come on life to signal the end of darkness,

Love, this great pull in us to connect.

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