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Signal transmitted, message received. Reaction making impact, invisibly. Elemental telepathy exchange of energy. Reaction making contact mysteriously Eye to I, reaction burning hotter. Two to one,
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We are secrets to each other. Each one's life a novel no one else has read. Even joined in bonds of love. We're linked to one another by such slender threads We are planets to each other. Drifting
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A world of difference. A world so out of touch. Overwhelmed by everything. But wanting more so much Call it blind frustration. Call it blind man's bluff. Call each other names. Your voices rude,
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The night is black without a moon. The air is thick and still. The vigilantes gather on. The lonely, torchlit hill Features distorted, in the flickering light. Faces are twisted and grotesque. Si
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Who's come to slay the dragon. Come to watch him fall?. Making arrows out of pointed words. Giant killers at the call? Too much fuss and bother. Too much contradiction and confusion. Peel away th
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Dedicated with thanks to astronauts young and crippen and all the people of nasa for their. Inspiration and cooperation Lit up with anticipation. We arrive at the launching site. The sky is still d
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Unstable condition, a symptom of life. In mental and environmental change. Atmospheric disturbance, the feverish flux. Of human interface and interchange The impulse is pure. Sometimes our circuit
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Dancer slows her frantic pace. In pain and desperation. Her aching limbs and downcast face. Aglow with perspiration Stiff as wire, her lungs on fire. With just the briefest pause. The flooding th
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Well, there's a time for feelin' as good as we can. The time is now and there's no stoppin' us. There's a time for livin' as high as we can. Behind us you will only see our dust So we just keep smi
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We've got nothin' to fear but fear itself. Not pain, not failure, not fatal tragedy. Not the faulty units in this mad machinery. Not the broken contacts in emotional chemistry With an iron fist in
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A to b. Different degrees So much style without substance. So much stuff without style. It's hard to recognize the real thing. It comes along once in a while Like a rare and precious metal. Benea
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High on the sacred mountain. Up the seven thousand stairs. In the golden light of autumn. There was magic in the air Clouds surrounded the summit. The wind blew strong and cold. Among the silent
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There is unrest in the forest. There is trouble with the trees. For the Maples want more sunlight. And the Oaks ignore their pleas The trouble with the maples. (And they're quite convinced they're
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A memo to a higher office. Open letter to the powers that be. To a God, a king, a head of state. A captain of industry. To the movers and the shakers. Can't everybody see? It ought to be second n
