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Entire Lives Are Spent Dreaming

Entire lives are spent

Dreaming instead of doing

Looking instead of reaching

Sitting instead of moving

Taking instead of teaching

I hope my life will rather be

Acting instead of waiting

Searching instead of suffering

Growing instead of aging

Loving instead of nothing

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He moved across the forest They moved across the forest It moved across the forest moved across the forest elephantly. across the forest under the autumn star the azure trees the fruit of rippling way

that beauty shadows on the grass moon; hand; dance come alive, remember you, remembered reborn, we cannot sleep dreams have no answer but deep, close to the heart they say be seen, dream with one anot

The sun someday will be love again. The mountain someday will be sand. The land in the end will begin again, and flowers grow out of its hand. I remembered an ancient poem, held under the tongue of a

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