oh! where the river is the stream stays,
find the twig and grips the birds feet,
and where the eyes look there the beauty
lives
find the fingers in your hair, the skull
mumps and the head sake, the palms
keeps dried while the knees swell
oh! heaven to all hell, tell the clouds to
bring wind and cool the winter cove, the
east finds the west and settles down
to springs
nothing brings good in a bad habit,
as the day is warm the night keeps murmur;
hear my call and let every lip to silent,
thou shall all be done in time
for not even the teeth can bite
the stone...
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