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| What is this thing? This life we live. How are it's complexities shown? Can we see them? Can we touch them? Can we realize them truly ever? Or can we just live them And this life And enjoy that alone? It's changes are so subtle So glaring So painful So joyous We are so lucky to have it. So talented. So gifted. So free. Our power is in our vision. Our optimism. Our glory. Our passion. And in breathing the air That provides for us. So much of what life has to offer Is in the air that we breathe The trees that we see The flesh that we touch The seas in which we swim The night in which we revel The sun in which we bathe The life in which we love Life is magic. We are magicians. |
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