How are you all?
Oh, I see all good
On this earth.
Worry not dear,
For anything
Happening,
At any time.
It's all nothing,
The flow of life is natural,
As natural as the sky.
You are only a part dear,
Part of the sky.
You are to fly
With the clay.
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