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Wednesday, 1 December 2010

5. Debts

Staring down from the sky
I am the divine and I am the light
That frees you from your fear of the unknown
I am the reason you breathe, and eat
I am the freezing rain, and the burning heat
I am all and I am one
The father, the mother, the sister, the son
You owe everything to me
I ask nothing but that you live in beauty
I am the air, the dust, the silence, the sound
I am the moment when you wake so softly and astound
At the future as she sleeps
She sleeps so quietly

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