Remember there is always a certain risk in being alive,
and if you are more alive there is more risk.
Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced!
My heart is singing like a morning bird.
A great hope from the gods comes down to me
And bids my heart to sutler sense be stirred
And think not that strange evil of thee
That to think thee mortal would be
People changed in their hearts
Changed all the greenery...
But those are my native parts
My dream, so precious to me
My home, my sanctuary!
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