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Poems Are Rough Notations For The Music We Are.

Lightning, Your Presence From Ground To Sky, No One Knows What Becomes Of Me, When You Take Me So Quickly.

Before Death Takes Away What You Are Given, Give Away What There Is To Give.

To Wander In The Fields Of Flowers, Pull The Thorns From Your Heart.