There was a man from harper hill,
who had an awful habit,
that every time he'd need a fill,
you'd find him eating rabbit.
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Little land so fresh and green,
strangers walk upon your head.
You gave your hands to keep it clean,
thumbs alive but eight are dead.
...
He suddenly stiffened,
with a breeze from the past.
His mind and it's thoughts,
were set free at last.
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I once was blind but now can see,
all my blind friends envy me.
I see the sun, the moon and star,
whilst they still wonder what they are.
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Warm, still and silent,
all thoughts were a dream.
With great expectations,
a thrill it did seem.
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