"who are you?" asked the moth
"dancer on air, eater of cloth?"
"fly of dust, butterfly goth?"
"minute bat, or sand behemoth?"
"why chose?" she then quoth
"surely i'd be neither, if i can't be both"
"dancer on air, eater of cloth?"
"fly of dust, butterfly goth?"
"minute bat, or sand behemoth?"
"why chose?" she then quoth
"surely i'd be neither, if i can't be both"
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The white moth to the closing bine,
The bee to the opened clover,
And the gipsy blood to the gipsy blood
Ever the wide world over.
---
(c) Kipling
(from just a Russian freediver :)
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