I rise, to tread the grass, enter poetry, consider through the windows, the things, the men, the women, the deeds and the fights go on forming me, go on making me face things working my hands, opening my eyes
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All will be gone, you will live on,
You ignite life.
You made what is yours
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I was always a little less knowing and so little was my knowledge that I learned wisdom.