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"If my words did glow
with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played
on the harp unstrung,
Would you hear my voice
come thru the music,
Would you hold it near
as it were your own?

It's a hand-me-down,
the thoughts are broken,
Perhaps they're better left unsung.
I don't know, don't really care
Let there be songs to fill the air.

Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.

Reach out your hand
if your cup be empty,
If your cup is full may it be again,
Let it be known there is a fountain,
That was not made
by the hands of men.

There is a road, no simple highway,
Between the dawn
and the dark of night,
And if you go no one may follow,
That path is for your steps alone.

Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.

You who choose to lead must follow
But if you fall you fall alone,
If you should stand
then who's to guide you?
If I knew the way
I would take you home. "

-Ripple, the Great Full Dead
& book by Elizabeth Gips