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INTERLUDE Do something wild Ah the days of my youth Warm summer nights especially... Tall prairie grasses bending in the breeze calling my name. Whispy butterflies without sound mosquitoes singing in my ears. A swamp filled with little things so delicate the Mayfly with gossamer wings that lives but a day to mate and die, and I live scores of years and wonder at the significance For my scores of years is but a day in the eternity of the world. A speck, a spot, a grain of sand...and finally A marker to say I was here And then nothing... |
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