I heard the ballad of a fool whose simple song made synonyms of life and death and cursed the right and called it wrong:
Come play along the precipice—
Don’t worry that the cliff is steep—
The little flowers on the brink
Are daisies, but their roots grow deep.
- CALVIN MILLER
I heard the ballad of a fool whose simple song made synonyms of life and death and cursed the right and called it wrong: Come play along the precipice— Don’t worry that the cliff is steep— The little flowers on the brink Are daisies, but their roots grow deep. - CALVIN MILLER
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