And, if a wave is big or small,
It can’t be more than water.
And no one’s ever lost at all –
No single son or daughter.

But hanging by a slender thread
Is bound to make those suffer
Who fear that they shall soon be dead
And grieve not being tougher.

Yet nothing daunts a one who knows;
They welcome night’s advancing.
Between their teeth is held a rose
Which quivers while they’re dancing.

And, if you’d care to dance with me,
We’d find out that’s how life should be.

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