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I dive down into the depth of the ocean of forms, hoping
to gain the perfect pearl of the formless.
No more sailing from harbour to harbour with this my
weather-beaten boat. The days are long passed when my sport was to
be tossed on waves.
And now I am eager to die into the deathless.
Into the audience hall by the fathomless abyss where swells up
the music of toneless strings I shall take this harp of my life.
I shall tune it to the notes of forever, and when it has sobbed
out its last utterance, lay down my silent harp at the feet of the
silent.
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