There is nothing, to kill, or die for, for there is only wonder,

There is nothing to kill,
Or die for,
For there is only wonder,

There is nothing to foot a bill
Or recieve for,
For there is only astonishment,

There is nothing to be stagnated
Or fixed for,
For there the changes are blowing,

There is nothing to mince words
Or to build fences for,
For there is only open wide a sky,

There is nothing to be hid
Or slid into dark for,
For the lights are always on the way,

There is nothing to be cooped
Or to be disdainful for,
For there is only growth of mind,

There is no hell below
Or iron bars to cage us,
For there is music in the breeze...

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