3 stycznia 2012
Morning Song [Przyroda]
Almost last day of the year In Cold windy morn The number was five with thirty. I climbed high mountain, I thanked the strong feet; I Saw simplest important, the purpose of this eye; I felt grace, the purpose of this heart. I saw Protective Cloud, Sweet Sun, Unselfish Ocean, Sharing River, Giant Sentinel, Half Sleep City. I sure knew God was in Heaven For it was all right in the world. And there was one I plead Let Him not wake the Villain named Greed for chaos would be wavering again without please.
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