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  1. Music Master
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Lyrics

Welcome, you who love lovers.
This is your home.
In the midst of making form,
Love made this form that melts form,
with love for the door, soul the vestibule.
Watch the dust grains
moving in the light near the window.
Their dance is our dance.
We rarely hear the inward music,
but we're all dancing anyway,
directed by the One
who teaches us the pure joy of the sun:
our music master.