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The moon is my father. The sea is my mother. I have a million brothers. I die when I reach land
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive.
I bind it and it walks. I loose it and it stops.
A harvest sown and reaped on the same day In an unplowed field, Which increases without growing, Remains whole though it is eaten Within and without, Is useless and yet The staple of nations.
Come up and let us go. Go down and here we stay
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