In whispering pine I fantasize
a slow melodic flow of time,
I imagine only the wise
would be offered truly sublime
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passage. Though I often wonder
if when the chance to depart did
speak of bliss in vacant wander
would we all then forget our Id.
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If when imagine a newer sunset
one enriching, a brilliance beyond
our humanity’s scope of reason met
would we understand to be fond.
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Seek out the avenue of happiness
in quiet resolve, we shant be careless.