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Idle spring
Idle fancy spring
must never come in fall,
for that which is,
and that which not,
meet far and in between.
Upon the hill
there sits a man,
who dreams of never waking,
but knows that life
is all around,
and never stops
for one so small,
who's life is never ending.
Life is long
my friend,
but glipmsed
in short durations,
for life and dreams
are one and the same,
but never should they mingle
