Are we the one with the poppy field and the universe within an egg and then within that egg a tree of life that's still alone as to our tree from the West many days have gone by and did we rest this road that leads to Nowhere will be found I lifted My Wings hi and through Northwest between Russia and China and where a quiet place where i live a quiet cave that I may call home a place where gold will manufacture itself until when the selfish being that we call the Smoking Dragon that needs to tell his story of legend to lure in unexpected guest into a cave where you can see the smoke from miles or you can see the smoke it pours out of the nose it pours out of the cave it pours out in the mouth of the Dragon and when he yawns he awakens and when he stretches a brief shaking of the Earth awakens every foot every Lake and Every Mountain that can be seen in peace for one will bring forth many traditions such as bow and arrow to be martial arts in defence or the jaw bones of a black Dragon with son and daughter, Mother and Father that spit out bolts of lightning with every jolt of electric radius of that which surrounds that tree of life that is rooted from the middle of earth, where Buddha rules the underworld above in Heaven.
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