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  • Children of a Deep Blue Sky

    We SatCrossleggedWide EyedChildrenwith mindsfor soakingup the worldand imaginingit beautiful as possiblewe saw the far off landswe tasted the bountiful fruitswe smiled up the futurewe closed our eyesa

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  • What we want.

    DriftDownDownA Glideof PeaceDown toEarthNot HellHereThere isA heavenTo be hadto sip uponthe wineof all fruitsand tastevibrationsof melodyDanceDancingFor WingsTo FlyUp, Up, UpTo the heaven,your mystich

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I’d heard he had started a fistfight in one of the seedier local taverns because someone had insisted on saying the word “utilize” instead of “use".
— Patrick Rothfuss, A Wise Man's Fear