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But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall,
I think we would see the beauty then
We would stand staring in awe
at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges,
like a story told by the fault lines and the soil.
I think we would see the beauty then
We would stand staring in awe
at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges,
like a story told by the fault lines and the soil.