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 28 mind bend In one salutation to thee, my lord, let all my senses & spread out and touch this world at thy feet, Like a raincloud of July hunglow with its burden og det let all my down at thy doon in one salutation to thee, my songs gather together their diverse strains into a single current and flow to a sea of silence in one salutation to thee. Like a flock of homesick cranes flying night and day back to their mountain nesti let all my life take its voyage to ito eternal home in ons salutation to thee.. Let all