The traits of a hunter are all over me,
Much like my ancestors.
They, renowned for hunting,
More often than not, a deer;
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The butterfly,
A beautiful and gentle creature,
By a beautiful creator.
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The black sheep of the flock,
And the proud white breed,
Still spotted in corruption;
All love to go astray,
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A beautiful memory to call,
Delicious to the somber mind,
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At a time and place,
Where hope never lived,
My scientific mind deemed it impossible,
My psychology thought it weird.
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Thrusting all trust upon the solid rock,
Are you still looking for mount Zion?
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I have seen the rivers clap their hands,
I have heard the mountains shout for joy,
I have seen a reverse rainbow,
I have heard of the butterfly's effect,
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Where can we found love?
How do we get there?
Is it elusive or really
Very much in us?
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Endless love, mystic exaggeration to those unbeknown to;
You and i,
A description of its natura naturans;
You and i,
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