Or rather do those things before you are old, what are these metaphores, that i shoud, contemplate
The pasion, of the nightingale
Action, rather being in the whirling
We have conspired with the moon, so raise the scafolding
We are aware that, there is an end to everything
Its knowing what to do with it, life
Your signature, weather you are floating in the dead sea, or scaling a snow caped maya, pyramid
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