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i am the branch that holds the tree
the door that opens the handle
the moon that lights the day
even the sun that brings the night

i am what sight sees
what sound hears
what touch feels
and what taste smells

i am the rain that rises
the river that walks
the mute that talks
the deaf that hears

i’m right in front of you
you just can’t see me
open your eyes beyond your head
and there I’ll be, clear as night

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