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Why here, Why this spot? :
There're path ways that I trodden daily
Bushes and wildflowers I know better than my own hands
The pond that the yellow brandy bull water lillies grow
Little birch thickets where the long-tailed titis congregate
I've seen these fields in the blackest thunderstorms
and in more sunshine than we have a right to deserve...
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We ain't the masters of this Earth. We are its servants. We are put here, we live our time, and be grateful. Look at us now, sitting here under this old hedge. Who cares how many years are behind us and how many days in front? We're here, ain't we? Can't you just accept that?
