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bending, curving, twisting to grow searching only for what it needs why can we not all be just like the trees standing firm in day or night so persistent eager to fight branches, guided by deep waters lifted up, seeking the light play music for them and watch them dance as you wonder of ether and come upon a transe how do they hear how do they feel I say, they prove that ghosts are real I say, I may speak to my dead father any day for, he is not dead for he, neither you or I have nothing to dread I spoke to him in mind and spirit as he passed away into a black hole as a star, as a new beginning he is now whole everywhere, is he my father, a God now omnipresent as the imaginations in you and me I hear him, still just as I see the sun I hear him, still as I soak up that sun
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Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 12:20 AM UTC
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bending, curving, twisting to grow searching only for what it needs why can we not all be just like the trees standing firm in day or night so persistent eager to fight branches, guided by deep waters lifted up, seeking the light play music for them and watch them dance as you wonder of ether and come upon a transe how do they hear how do they feel I say, they prove that ghosts are real I say, I may speak to my dead father any day for, he is not dead for he, neither you or I have nothing to dread I spoke to him in mind and spirit as he passed away into a black hole as a star, as a new beginning he is now whole everywhere, is he my father, a God now omnipresent as the imaginations in you and me I hear him, still just as I see the sun I hear him, still as I soak up that sun
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Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 12:20 AM UTC
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