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Then what Sir, are you a piece of?
Oh leaf. To what tree do you belong?
Are you not of the Earth's living sod,
A word in the spiritual song!!
Are you not in the streams that are flowing,
Through the forests and into the sea,
Collecting as a wind that is blowing,
All the ingredients to make your life be!
A vital living moment of nature,
A perfectly formed mortal of time,
A human Being in wisdom and stature,
With a Spirit that can never decline.
Then discover yourself in another,
For your brother writes all of your rhyme
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