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Planes, trains, and automobiles Take these bodies where they wish. All cling to hungry reels But none know how to fish. They’re heads are filled with fog For which they blame the sky. They’re mouths want them to live But they’re hands wish them to die. The stars have yet to cease In their love for brilliant shining. The moon still hangs high With that same old silver lining. The rain still falls with grace And the sun still sits ablaze. The splendor’s before our face But eludes our narrow gaze. If the celestial balance still lies In the palm of some great hand, If change hasn’t met the skies, Aren’t we the guilty hand? For Eden is still here Under tired feet, Awaiting a glorious welcome And wide bright eyes to meet.