Interlude

What a wonderful rush of rain.
And every night goes before a day, and every morning I say what I saied the night before
I fear you not, we survive

We have wine
brains and wills
Everything else depends

But I see I hear I think I feel
I am
And no thing no body can make me small but me and I refuse.

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