How much would I pay for the sky?
I wouldn't
not for the world
how long before I should like to die?
to see, to dream, to be, to feel
to each I'll go in case they know
Strong winds come
they blow and blow
still no one knows how quiet I am
until no one hears me
just because my eyes are closed
does not mean that I am sleeping
And the fly buzzing 'round my head
how could it?
for a flower is so much more beautiful
each touched by the hand of God
so close
but never touching one another
One cares and one is
one cries and one sits
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