Dilemma – what does a newborn need ?

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The truth – or shelter ?
What should I do ? But be myself, indeed ?

Wavering between the profit and the loss
In this brief transit where the dreams cross
The dreamcrossed twilight between birth and dying
Though I do not wish to wish these things
From the wide window towards the granite shore
The white sails still fly seaward, seaward flying
Unbroken wings

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