The earth laughs in flowers.

then the world just stops and then everyone starts dancing,
as they tell you about their symphonies and the poetry they've made
as they guide you through their galleries of all the wonders they create.

Wakeful Dreamers

Sometimes it’s hard to find a way to keep on
Quiet weekends, holidays, you come undone
Open your window and look upon
All the kinds of alive you can be
Be still, be light, believe me

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