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Now I adore my life
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The darkness, a magician, finds quarters
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Coyote too is up there, crouched in the moon,
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What perches, what roots, what winds and cracks
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When it comes, the Landscape listens —
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the washed colors of the afterlife
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There are days we live
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I think about how, if I could wake up,
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I felt the world under my feet
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I learn by going where I have to go.