| Suddenly finding myself with a book and pen
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| Hearing this fickle muse whispering once again
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| Maybe there’s something important she needs to share
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| Maybe I’ll write it down, maybe I’ll really care
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| Things change, things die, she says
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| Learn how to say goodbye
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| Things fall, things fly, she says
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| Sun like a rubber ball
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| Floats in a sea of sky
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| Danger lies waiting in even the lightest touch
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| Friction will break your heart, if you let it mean too much
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| My knees are knotted from kneeling before your thron
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| Time that I hobble off, peacfully on my own
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| Things change, things die, she says
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| Certainly you and I
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| Things pause, things pass
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| Surely this patch of grass
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| Surely this sparkling day
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| Maybe it’s all ok
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| Natural as a cloud, covering the sun
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| Natural as the dirt, covering a loved one
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| Natural as a laugh, slipping through a mask
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| Natural as the questions a child will ask
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| Tell me how long can a hummingbird hang midair
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| Not going up or down, placidly hovering there
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| And what kind of toll is it taking to flap so fast
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| Simply to stay in place, watching the world slip past
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| Things fall, things fly
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| There was a time I tried
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| Things change, things die
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| Even the Milky Way
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| Even the USA
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| Things fly, things fall
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| Sure as a boy with wings
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| Longs to look down on things
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| Wings cinch, wings fail
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| Better to trust the sail of a sturdy ship
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| At a steady clip, as you head
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| For
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| Home! |