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If poets don't write
They will rise
Ah!
They will rise
The seas, moon, sun and trees
They will rise
In revolt they will rage
Your current reality
is the gravity
of age-long mentality;
Change your mentality
and you'll see the gravity
as expressed by a new reality.
Do you remember...

When the fields bloomed
And the winds blew

When the birds chirped
And the butterflies floated
Above the daisies

Do you remember...
The sweet redolent fragrance
From the colorful flowers
And her skin

Mingling with the smell of the dirt
And his skin

Do you remember...
The sound of the silent wind
Rushing through the petals
And the soft moan
That chased after her breath

Do you remember...
The beauty of the tired sun
Dipping down below the sky
To hide from the night

And the softness of his chest
On her back as they watched it dip
How they intertwined their fingers in the passion of the song

Do you remember ...

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