I looked toward the silver ceiling,
And gazed down on the crystal brook,
And, wow, there came the strangest feeling,
What's that to me, I took a look,
Oh, I can only be what I can be,
And that can only be, that can't be me.
He took me to a lake all barren,
And there I thought I had a dream,
A whirling pool up in a vision,
What's this to be, to be to me,
What's here, it is there, it is everywhere,
And you and me are one,
And all we do is turn, turn.
He took me to a floating season,
And then I dreamed I sailed away,
Across the universe of reason,
In swimming worlds tomorrow waits,
Today I'm living in the sunshine,
Splashing through the blue,
And thank you, God, it's true.

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