Brownies and youth, the echo of old age, a boy wondering where he'll fall, under the moonlight, a faery in the distance, he couldn’t say no, Helen of Troy, anything for love, what all men must be, or your mother would have left you, gentle babe, what becomes of a person without education, demons and ghosts, so many spirits, and ways of living, as people, just cups and vessels, rivers and roads, for old ghosts to pass through, harpies and water lilies, they beckon along the road and along the valley, they wonder, is the spirit is curious, as a person, where will you choose to settle, questions that must be asked, and children grow fast, ripple and shake, a strawberry smoothie, popped cherries, blood, blooming flowers, and adulthood, as the spirit flows, waves push and pull, across the ocean, eternities pass, dreams, across space and time, as a person, how long can you sleep, will you open your eyes, when you wake up, this jar full of honey, the depths of this well, will the container be different, this old grave, full of satyrs and river nymphs, this quilt, a great web, rivers and roads, engraved onto our spirits, they travel through us, and the branch extends, the waters flow, and in moments the story completes, the clouds gather the moisture, and the faery court check each piece, throughout history, so many lives were lived, and they checked everything, youth and old age, scattered seeds, and their allotment of wealth, balanced against the environment, do you believe in chance and freedom, ghosts and echoes, across the river, work has been done, and it becomes dream fulfillment, the depths of the abyss, and what can be, within the realm of possibility, beneath the sun and the moon, legends and myth, and dreams, the future echoes, space exploration, mathematics, and starships, old demons and hard lessons, the echo of someone you looked down on, they have their place, equal under the stars, we're a part of the jar, work and the assignment, puppets, tools and pens, strings pull, and we do what we can, what demons agree on, under the heavens, our whole lives echo, and all that we do, for our future, what is good, the hill we'll die on, peace and love, the ideas we bet on, your immortality, who you can be, and what your spirit can find comfort in, and who you had to be, because seeds were scattered, beneath our mother and father, the truth and its expression, everything may be justified, an ocean of reasons, all that can be, beauty and your heart beat, and ripples in the rain...

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