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The subtle touch, of hand. The birds that fly up in the air While man, walk's on the ground. The sun that rises every day In some far place it seems. The stars way up there, in the sky, Yet they're also seen, in dreams. Who knows what happens, when we sleep, Or why the fish refuse to bite. Why doesn't water flow up hill, Can one really die - of fright? I guess there are questions and then some, All the things we do not know Why does the grass really get so long! Yet - We never see it grow!
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