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The greatness of it throbs from sun to sun;
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We wake ourselves not knowing we’ve been asleep,
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The moon out there
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To seek joy
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We are a meadow where the bees hum,
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I toss a handful into the air.
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unless, without reading
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I have to tell you
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if we launched our demands into the sky, made ourselves so big
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all raw astonishment, Eve rubbing
