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Don't forget me.
I am in flight,
floating on the wind.
Maybe you can hear me.
We drink water once swallowed by Jesus.
We breathe atoms once blown by Buddha.
We share the light of stars
     with unknown beings
     on undiscovered planets.
For this light, this water and air,
     this brotherhood
     of countless souls
we give thanks.
I
I make music with my lips
I make love with my soul
in my mind the world is art
I create beauty with my hands

I hear the music of the trees
I see the wind as it kisses your face
I feel the pain of the world
I show the tears for those that can not
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