Why does the eath turnAnd bees sting?Why do the seas sighAnd humans sing?
There is no reason in perfectionor imperfection in its reason.
We come and goAmongst the tidesAs stories toldWe are what lies.
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The earth makes such beautiful things, for our hands to play and our hearts to sing.