The voice of the wilderness
Is the wind, blowing
Reminding us of time passing by
The voice of the wilderness
Is the rain, dropping
Telling of of times that we will cry
The voice of the wilderness
Is the sun, rising
Sending us to face another day
The voice of the wilderness
Is the moon, shining
Speaking of the things which fade away
The voice of the wilderness
is the mountain, standing
Firm and unyielding in the sky
The voice of the wilderness
Is the butterfly, flittering
Wherever the breeze may chance to sigh
The voice of the wilderness
Is a small brook, rambling
Saying, "come see what's round the bend
The voice of the wilderness
Is an old oak, falling
Proof that we all must meet our end.
mnb
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Irreversable
half a league half a league half a league onward. . . a wind which whips the puddles dry. . .my friend you would not tell with such high zest. . . here where the world is silent. . .he took his vorpal sword in hand. . .nothing beside remains. . .the sun was shining on the sea. . . all the kings horses and all the kings men . . . lives of great men all remind us. . .
Once uttered, the words can't be unsaid
Once thought, a thoughts un-unthinkable
The written word can't be unread
A dream, once dreamt is unsinkable
So exposed our lives are filled
With a richness incomparable,
Which in time will always yeild
A damage unrepairable.
Once uttered, the words can't be unsaid
Once thought, a thoughts un-unthinkable
The written word can't be unread
A dream, once dreamt is unsinkable
So exposed our lives are filled
With a richness incomparable,
Which in time will always yeild
A damage unrepairable.
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