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I Lie On My Back




I lie on my back on a grassy hill
At night alone with the moon and stars
And the breath of cool night air
Thoughts try to think me
And I stop them—they are yesterday
And tomorrow—not tonight
Where the stillness of this moment
Lets me pass into s specialness
Of quietness uncomplicated
By thinking

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