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I see It in the streets, and in a field of hay,
on the bus, It comes and goes like the weather
always there ready to play or have a bad day,
It's very personal, It's on the movie screen
Eskimo, African, Highlander, beggar and queen
we all have It from brains to bones, and in between,
It sweeps the earth, and they say It'll never rust,
sings baritone, hops like a toad with angel wings
It's in the heart of genius and the idiot in all of us.
It makes you want to dance, offers you a bonus
if you'll give It a second chance, colors the room,
yourself, the way you comb your hair, leaves
you alone to study It, and lives on after you die,
It writes the best song, and every greeting card
It'll have you wishing it on a star, keeping It secret,
It'll eat your lunch, defy all those cynical sneers
if you don't admit to yourself, It still appears
don't run from It or hide, It has your number,
It's in your private dreams, It can't be denied
order It to go away, It'll settle in for a long stay
and hug It too tight, then It'll be gone before midnight
treat It with care and respect, It'll sit beside you
to serve and protect, short or tall, blind, beatific
bold or giddy and shy, we all have a shot at It
every day, until the day we die, so carry your heart
in the receptive and open mode, get on the highway
and off the road, send out the hounds and race
to the edge, fall out of bounds, pick yourself up.
Cry like a silly clown, stand proud and naked
while they hand you a royal crown, your holy search
is the wisdom to celebrate It, so turn It on,
give It everything, It takes nothing to destroy It,
It's inside you by the ton, be kind and overly generous,
keep It present in your life with a single-mindedness
don't edit It with thought, just put the coin in the slot,
It's everything thing you wanted, It's nothing you're not.
It powered Shakespeare's words and Noah's ark
It has its own schedule, It appears in the dark,
It lights up your day, sings in harmony with your heart,
It forgets your complaints, plays piano and games
Its so damn smart, we all need It, no matter our name,
It's always near, we get bent out of shape, It fades away
just be sure to feed it every day, no matter your splendid
nightmare or raging depression, use It as your passport
bear It as your first impression, your true wealth
and your real self-expression, live It to be in action
share It with exploring toddlers, neighbors and bees
imagine It's a snowflake, bigger than a redwood tree
write a book about It, paint It on the ceiling over your bed
breathe It in and out, remember It's not just in your head.
It's traveled everywhere you've ever been,
It's postcards tied to a cloud, written as wishes
appearing as heart-shaped pebbles, fragrant dishes,
It needs you, and It's precisely what you need,
so don't forget while there's beauty in the rose
weed, mushroom, seed, and all that glows,
It's behind seven billion masks, all that It asks
is be It, do It, right now, and forever, It's time,
give Love, please, give Love a chance.
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