the harvest that mows
not so you dont grow to tall
but so that life would prevail
could be
extinguished like it wants to extinguish all life
with just enough education and love
so as
to break forever the band around your mind
the band around the earth
so that your heart would be unfrozen
and you would grow as tall as the place you live calls you
so fear could be replaced with love
so fear could be replaced with love..
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