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Who knows what kind of reality the soul occupies
And where it goes when the body ceases to function?
It has been my experience that all things follow patterns
Miracles happen through the consistency of nature
I choose to believe that the same princi-
Ple carries on beyond this reality that life
Is unending, but ever changing…
I can feel you here, I can feel you here
I can feel you here inside