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10:17 a.m. - Sunday, Nov. 24, 2002 You see me ...middle air You command me to the surface And I don't hear you there You cannot hear flutes playing You cannot see sails swaying You cannot feel this heart of mine Though I long to feel yours My world is not so simple My world is not all or none Holons include all others Holons more than reflect your sun ...and moon...and stars...and all composite..you are ...and doesn't choose... to exclude... ..when darkened moods prevail
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