Listen
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Better to listen
To the silence of a setting sun,
To the early morning chill
On a mountain ridge,
To the whisper of a breaking wave,
Or an owl's evening glide
Across the shadowed meadow grass,
Or a river's fluid flow
Through an ancient canyon pass...
To the tears eternal beauty brings...
Through an ancient canyon pass...
To the tears eternal beauty brings...
Than rhythmic words
And clever rhymes
That make no sense.
