Everything is a metaphor for everything else.
The conundrum of existence doesn't have to wait to be born.
Real order emerges from chaos in the universe.
Windows can work both ways,
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Some think the night's a transparent stranger,
Some think the night's an opaque friend;
And though some nights are fraught with danger,
Day to night, it's shadows lend.
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It's a Mermaid's Moon;
See the ripples like water,
Try to hear the splashing
And faint tinkling laughter.
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There once was a dog
Who was friends with a hog.
They sat around on a log
Drinking beer and grog,
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A bullet for Lenin, a bullet for Trotsky,
With love from the West;
Go back in the time machine,
Go back to the guillotine-
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It's written in the leaves,
And the clouds at sundown;
Things you thought were left behind-
Or buried in the ground.
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I was born fifty years ago
The dead know my history
The dead gave my name
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We wear human we crave freedom
The burden of the flesh hangs lightly upon us
We're crowned with breath because we breathe
We're cursed with death because we grieve
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There is a place within that always waits
For sunshine, knowing rain at last abates.
Everything recalls from whence it sprang;
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