By walking I found out
Where I was going.
By intensely hating, how to love
By loving, whom and what to love.
I know,
someday I might be looking around, trying to find some purpose.
Well, purpose can’t be that hard to find, as long as I’ve got the wind, the wind and your love to carry me.
a rabbit gives up somewhere and a dozen hawks descend; every moment leads toward its own sad end
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