When it rains, we go like mist in contemplation
Of contrast
What things might we have become on our own,
Without the world
When it shines, we go like the dew at once
Giving rise to pause and
'Now you don't'
In considerations of permanence
And ever those things thrust forth by comparison
For which we so renderingly emote
Are chuckled at
Beyond the stars
Beyond laughter, and humanity
E simpaticamente vibração.
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