I once saw, a passion tree, words entwined by a tendrilled esprit
Each phrase, every word, hung as versed; passionately, my eyes coerced
A dangling prose, so well dispersed; on tangled branches, they traversed
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I take a breath
Because I must
Extracting yours
In euphoric gusts
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To be or not to be
The question was asked
To think or not to think
And understand the past
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Because we crave
Does not show greed
If what we want
Is what we need
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Hey grandpa, have you a story
That you could tell to me
Yes, my memories and experiences
I can give to you for free
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Who wants to go out, in the pouring rain
Who wants to laugh, when they are in pain
Why intensify your effort, if there is, no gain
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If you get the notion
To find "NEMO"
In that great big ocean
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