I went walking down by the ocean todayAnd I transcended the layers of my ego and felt my roots And you came running to me in your earth-mother burlap dress babeAnd we ran toward each other on the sand And our life goes in circles inside of other circlesAnd sometimes I...

We know the winter earth upon the body of the young
President, and the early dark falling:we know the veins grown quiet in his temples and
wrists, and his hands and eyes grown quiet;we know his name written in the black capitals
of his death, and the mourners standing...

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