Poems (Rumell)/Dual

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DUAL
For some wonderful reason, in infinite Mind's own plan,I find my ethereal pinions, bound to material man.I soar far out in the open, seeking all spirit may contain!I rejoice in returning, but seem of myself, to be twain!
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