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to be inside is to see the seasons,

to see outside is to grasp the changes;

to hold and grasp the realtime reasons,

to gaze at wonder the marveled ranges;

down inside you see light and day in time,

and sun shines down when all the clouds are gone;

sweaty walls feel like deep cuts with lime,

and shade is scarce to hide away the dawn;

just like a splash of cool here comes the rain,

and wash myself inside to feel alive;

can you hear how thunder has soaked the pain,

amid the sky darts light to dance and dive;

    sometimes the sun will rob me of my sound,

    until when rain comes clean and peace is found.