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The hold of earth is firm,
Your feet stay in the ground,
With neither lips nor brain,
You cannot make a sound.
With neither eyes nor ears
You cannot hear nor see,
Your life' s a tortured moment
That only death can free.
My feet could take me places
If I knew where to go,
My lips and brain could serve me
If I would tell them so
I have both eyes and ears,
And yet I cannot see,
I'd hear if I would Listen,
Oh better you than me.

Beth Baruch

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