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The world is strange to me, both good and bad:
The mixture of the shadow and the light,
The length of happy, and the breadth of sad;
The marriage of the daytime and the night —

But like a breeze that edges round your skin,
The slightest motions bring the best we know:
And words become the signposts on the road
That show how far we’ve come, or’ve yet to go

I say these things to try to understand
Why things are what they are, not what we planned –
And why it is that we are made this way —
And see the everything
In everyday

— S.R.