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Circle and Stone
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| This is something |
| I have just now realized |
| There is my reflection on |
| Frozen sand, reverting back |
| On soft and tired eyes |
| From a painful sun
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| A disorder of the heart
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| An odd mental image, this
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| Painful sun against a sea of grain or sand,
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| Golden at any rate, like a giant brilliant
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| Droplet where all the gold in the sea
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| Departs from or bows before it
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| There is a circle around a stone
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| I will walk around it, attempt
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| Hope for a second to absorb the radiance
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| I want to take in this sunlight,
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| So bright, and the light blinds my eyes,
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| Creates the reflection: see myself,
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| Begin to cry, wind will blow
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| Shifting the grain, lifting the sand
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| And I realize what it is I see
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| The stone has become you
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| The circle has now become me
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| Now become me
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