Guest guest Posted October 4, 2002 Report Share Posted October 4, 2002 In constant deep enraptured sleep, we writhe and moan and fain to weep. While over distant bleeding hill the sun will rise in silent still. And should the rain provide it's touch, remember that we know this much. That only life it seeks to give, so all below will come to live. Like us, the seed, in earth does lie, awaiting rain to find the sky. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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