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​White Blossoms

This song is by The Quickening.

White blossoms bloom like morning eyes; unfurling into open skies. Void of questions, free from doubt,
Nothing lacking, time is now beyond perfection. Without a sound: without a name, they speak truth words
Cannot contain. Nothing to seek, no body to seek it; white blossoms... there's nothing holy, nothing
Sacred. And when they fall there is no grief, philosophies, comforts beliefs, self contraction, separation,
Entertainment or distraction.