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When your eyes pause on the ball |
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That hangs on the third branch from the star, |
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You remember why it is dark |
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And why it gets light again. |
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The Earth, like the heart, slopes in it's seat |
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And, like that, it travels along an elliptical path |
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Drawn into the darkness. |
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An unpolished pearl |
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In sky-black |
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Palm of hand |
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Flickering sun-flame. |
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And then you remember |
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That you, yourself, you are a light-bearer, a light-bearer |
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Receiving radiance from others |
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Flickering sun-flame. |
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Unpolished |
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Earth in palm of hand. |
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And then you remember |
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That you, yourself, you are a light-bearer, a light-bearer |
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Receiving radiance from others |
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Flickering sun-flame. |
