Why do you walk through blazing fires
To get to the other side
Where the sky admires
The land down below
Where flowers grow and rivers flow
Where deer run
Under the blazing sun
And the birds glide
Flapping with all their might
Near the swaying trees
And a fox that sees-
The mice and squirrels play
All night and day.
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