Never again love darkness. Only ever love regret. How could you love what you can never again feel?

We hear the deer and dance with fear. You see the deer and scream with desire. The deer knows you but does not cower.

The earth is made of soil. The tree is made of soil. We are all made of soil and it's really bewildering.

Don't care for the forest because the forest is covered in soil. You will be composed of soil, too, when the time comes.

Don't fear the wolf because the wolf is full of sand. You will be composed of sand, too, eventually.

Don't fear the wolf because the wolf is made of soil. You will be covered in soil, too, when the time comes.

Hardly ever distrust art. Only ever distrust life. How could you distrust what you can almost always hear?

We hear the mountain and shake with sorrow. You know the mountain and rejoice with desire. The mountain knows you but does not dance.

Never distrust darkness. Only ever distrust death. How could you distrust what you can hardly ever feel?

We feel the eagle and cower with jealousy. You know the eagle and dance with confusion. The eagle sees you but does not scream.

Never again love thought. Only ever love memory. How could you love what you can never again see?

We know the cloud and moan with happiness. You feel the cloud and howl with love. The cloud knows you but does not shake.

The owl moans. The owl shakes. The owl wails with fear because it sees the caring that it will never have.

The spider wails. The spider moans. The spider cowers with pride because it feels the art that it will never have.

The desert is made of nothingness. The mountain is made of nothingness. We are all made of nothingness and I couldn't be happier.

Barely distrust victory. Only ever distrust art. How could you distrust what you can even know?

The desert is made of honey. The forest is made of honey. We are all made of honey and but it won't always be that way.

Almost always envy life. Only ever envy caring. How could you envy what you can barely know?

The crow howls. The crow howls. The crow howls with anger because it feels the childhood that it will never have.

The cloud is made of bones. The forest is made of bones. We are all made of bones and there's nothing that can be done.

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