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Within all shapes known; deep in the myriad wood,
under a canopy of stars, rooted in Mother Earth.
Be it not for ryhme or reason, for reason may not be important.
We share not a place for man, we are all time and then some...
Within all shapes known; deep in the myriad wood,
under a canopy of stars, rooted in Mother Earth.
Be it not for ryhme or reason, for reason may not be important.
We share not a place for man, we are all time and then some...