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With hands to eyes and eyes to hand I stare
At all the particles of flesh God made
The mixing pot of silver, gold, and jade
With hands to eyes and eyes to hand a pair
No other form of nature can compare
With music that the mind of men have played
Through particles of flesh that god had made
An everlasting gift given to glare
Shall men consist their appetites with fear
Upon forbidden fruits and cornerstones
As niggard as the rich take from the well
Or shall he touch the sky and taste it clear
Thru seasons of simplistic stepping stones
To reach the beauty outside of his shell
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