As natural as the leaves that fall to the floor.
As sacred as what goes on behind a closed door.
As quiet as the beating of moths wings at dusk.
As earthy and strong as an elephant in musth.
The turning of our world,
The too and fro of tides.
The laughter and tears we cry,
We all live a life and die.
As sacred as what goes on behind a closed door.
As quiet as the beating of moths wings at dusk.
As earthy and strong as an elephant in musth.
The turning of our world,
The too and fro of tides.
The laughter and tears we cry,
We all live a life and die.
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