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what does one love?<\/p>\n
the sun standing proud in the middle, old gasball, and heroic, little earth spinning with a sidekick moon at her side<\/p>\n
the lights in the alleys of \u00a0cities \u00a0gone wild with graffiti on the sidewalk and the trash bins<\/p>\n
and when I went to Walden Pond and felt the force of nature and the sky<\/p>\n
the simmering, dimmening life and the peace –<\/p>\n
there were these swans and the swans were flying and the foxes jumped and the swans were dying<\/p>\n
and I was holding his hand and singing a song and I didn’t even think of crying.<\/p>\n
What does one love that one actually loves because loving means feeling the pain – and why does one love if the meaning’s elusive, the ending apparently grim?<\/p>\n
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