Pinder Mike
The Promise
The Seed
The secret of the seed
Is in the fragrance of the flower,
As the petals open up
And bow their heads towards the power.
In the sky were passing by
A million miles every hour
On the universal clock...
Its basic rhythm is forever...
And life dances... and rejoices
In the knowledge... of it's freedom
And the promise of a new found destiny.
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