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IF I HAD WINGS
It is raining. I am not permitted to bring back the Sun.
I have no power.
Consider the lilies.
Their beauty is power.
I keep searching for my power.
Consider my eyes. They have power.
Their power is my joy.
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I keep searching.
I have no power of my own source.
Consider the seasons: Summer winter spring and fall.
Their power is in my many moods.
The power of food-
How convenient. My teeth rejoice.
Consider Doctor Rabinowitz- compassionate power.
I have no power except with all of you.
Let it rain.
Collective power distilled divinely,
let the earth rejoice.
Power is the chain of souls.
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