When your eyes pause on the ball
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That hangs on the third branch from the star,
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You remember why it is dark
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And why it gets light again.
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The Earth, like the heart, slopes in it's seat
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And, like that, it travels along an elliptical path
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Drawn into the darkness.
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An unpolished pearl
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In sky-black
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Palm of hand
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Flickering sun-flame.
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And then you remember
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That you, yourself, you are a light-bearer, a light-bearer
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Receiving radiance from others
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Flickering sun-flame.
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Unpolished Earth in palm of hand.
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Solstice
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| Bjork |
