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First, you have to decide: do you
Want to? You can always sing another
Note. This path climbs, you are
Committed. Father sun and mother
Moon, the lizards and the bats,
They each have their own way. Your way,
The mulberries and moss and a tortoise, the shadows
Bleached, and the breeze at midday.
Yaacov David Shulman