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i live.
it is not yet my eyes cant rise to greet the sun,
not upon me the weight of wishing.
my feet can find the places
to reflect
a soul ambition
joyful is my song and long,
sung from deep within
to stare upon an infant thought
and feel it in my skin
you join me now
i sing of you
gratitude i bring to you
high above this dancing root
a leaf is passionate
about a fruit
to sweeten life and ripen youth
some rain must fall
upon no roof.....
Miles Richardson
costa rica...1'''2'''04
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