| Time passed hard
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| And the task was the hardest thing she’d ever do
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| But she forgot
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| The moment she saw you
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| So it would seem to be true:
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| When cruel birth debases, we forget
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| When cruel death debases
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| We believe it erases all the rest
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| That precedes
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| But stand brave, life-liver
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| Bleeding out your days
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| In the river of time
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| Stand brave:
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| Time moves both ways
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| In the nullifying, defeating, negating, repeating
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| Joy of life;
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| The nullifying, defeating, negating, repeating
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| Joy of life
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| The moment of your greatest joy sustains:
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| Not axe nor hammer
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| Tumor, tremor
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| Can take it away,
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| and it remains
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| It remains
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| And it pains me to say, I was wrong
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| Love is not a symptom of time
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| Time is just a symptom of love
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| (and the nullifying, defeating, negating, repeating
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| Joy of life;
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| The nullifying, defeating, negating, repeating
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| Joy of life)
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| Hardly seen, hardly felt-
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| Deep down where your fight is waiting
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| Down 'till the light in your eyes is fading:
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| Joy of life
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| Where I know that you can yield, when it comes down to it;
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| Bow like the field when the wind combs through it:
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| Joy of life
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| And every little gust that chances through
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| Will dance in the dust of me and you
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| With joy-of-life
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| And in our perfect secret-keeping:
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| One ear of corn
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| In silent, reaping
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| Joy of life
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| Joy!
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| Again, around-a pause, a sound-a song
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| A way a lone a last a loved a long
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| A cave, a grave, a day: arise, ascend
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| (Areion, Rharian, go free and graze. Amen.)
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| A shore, a tide, unmoored-a sight, abroad:
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| A dawn, unmarked, undone, undarked
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| (a god)
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| No time. |
| No flock. |
| No chime, no clock.
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| No end
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| White star, white ship-Nightjar, transmit: transcend!
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| White star, white ship-Nightjar, transmit: transcend!
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| White star, white ship-Nightjar, transmit: transcend!
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| White star, white ship
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| Nightjar
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| , transmit:
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| trans- |