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For all the complex science of my mind The crow still flies For all the profound answers man may find The sea still sighs For all the glass and steel from which cities rise And fabled disciplines new perches find Archeologists explore their predecessors demise Sifting over things that stare us blind I want to stand alone in moonlight and night And kiss your lips again And need no answers breath or clothes is tight With passion in my vein The truest that comes when all my joys in flight Manifest their meaning to my domain Or children playing ring games while logs burn bright The sweet harvest of the latent pain.