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Have you asked the wildest bird to change his song? It’s the only one he knows.
Have you tried to keep the river from the sea? Still that river flows.
If not for love what are you for?
We blow like weeds upon the wind, we hold the ground, we drink the rain.
We throw our seeds into the world before we go the way we came.
If not for love what are you for?
If there was only time enough for one last look, what would you see?
If there was only breath enough for one more word, what would it be?
If not for love what are you for?