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BEAUTIFUL IN THE BOX.

BEAUTIFUL IN THE BOX.

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The mind knows so much about the
universe yet it listens to
the heart. it says, "the dead are stars,
you can see them when you miss them."

But you can hold your dead right tight,
that it may ne'er go. but this earth
is no home. yo' love it when it goes.
and it looks beautiful beneath...

It goes away, it passes on —
then world is full of solitude.
"come, we still have little real dreams
to weave together like dawn morn."

But you can hold your dead right tight,
that it may ne'er go. but this earth
is no home. yo' love it when it goes.
and it looks beautiful in its box.

"words from the innocent mind"
Akinwale Peace Akindayo
Philip Peace

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