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A distant sky that's in my mind
And floating clouds that flow
That feeling, not yet come to me
Is rain that falls to ground
To find new life as ideas flower
And scatter seeds that grow
And it all comes up from the ocean
And it all comes down from the sky
And it all comes out of the earth
While the sun shines
The Sun shines.

 

 

With clarity
Leaving breadcrumbs on the carpet.

Maple Ash and Mistletoe
Rot
Return
Eternal

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