Oh How The Soaring Have
The butterfly has
forgotten the fat caterpillar
Like the sun forgets the moon
And the day forgets the night-time,
So the tree forgets the seed
And the fly the maggot;
The rain has forgotten the thirsty sea
Like the mountain forgets the land
And the valley forgets the melted ice,
So the beach forgets the sand
And the chicken the egg;
So the meek forget their forebears
As the turd forgets the bird.
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