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Life
I Look up, The moon and the stars are mine, Reaching out and reaching in, They are part of me; I am part of them. I look down, The grass is crushed beneath my feet; But it lives. Life is crawling, growing, feeding, Reaching out and reaching in; Death is wherever my eyes rest. It's only an illusion, The dance goes on; We reach out, We reach in.
by Carol |