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by sam munachim Jul 28, 2006 category : Life, society / meaning of life
Better make it our world Where no one lords the other We parley and combine brawn You refuse to outwit me You cannot judge my future You donot decry me past You let me swim undisturbed In the river of my soul When I shake off the harness And reach for the golden gates When I breathe the drought of air That sifts in through the window When I take your hand in mine As we skirt the brambled bush When we loll in the evening We become more truly one.