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| Living Song |
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| A butterfly alights to my hand, Such delicate beauty, In such a savage land. A lioness stands over her prey, Majestic queen, In the delicate balance of life. Life is delicate but strong, Beautiful and dangerous, So short, but continuing forever. It contradicts itself, But that is the only song, That life will ever sing. |
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