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City so vast so full of life.
Buildings tower on high.
Thousand equations solved.
Gravity they do defy.
Sewers in the ground beneath.
Unnoticed by the people living.
Water carried all about.
In service endlessly giving.
Power runs through metal wires.
Zapping currents flow all about.
A vast array of planned fruition.
Its function the people never doubt.
A plan of man, a grand design.
Every piece has its place.
Every person keeps it flowing.
It's seen in another place.
I see the ocean flowing on.
Balanced on a razor's edge.
The moon, the earth, the sun do pull.
It never crosses o'er the ledge.
In the woods the trees do breath.
In return the animals give back.
Every insect irreplacable.
Tough to see nature's lack.
Even the desert births more life.
Though the sun scorches hot.
Every lizard drinks its fill.
Not a single one forgot.
Every piece has it's purpose.
The world around in grand design.
I can see the plan of God.
In every needle in every pine.
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Maybe the answer is in the very light reflected off our blades. Maybe that's what it means to be this creature known as samurai.
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