a beautiful wind blows
the cleansing drops fall
the beat of minute hammers
a moaning voice calls
out from the skies above
de-inking dusty stains
life drips onwards from the skies
outside it rains again
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You shape your future. You create your own self-fulfilling prophecies. Mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.
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