After sunlit days of airiness it rains
And after rain
More days of dry again
A thing complete
And the pendulum swings
The other way
When it strikes the other side
Then back it swings again
One voice in several different forms
Takes flight
In freedom’s simple sounds on
The ups and downs of the open road
All things to all men we’re made
And through the intervening walls
Pass through
As though they were not there
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