| Her only remark was a closing remark
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| That one sometimes hears between friends
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| She began to emerge, without speaking a word
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| Into something quite different from him
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| For she usually would start
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| Where he usually would stop
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| And then blissfully wade right on through
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| Still, the ideas unfolded in their perfect array
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| Only hinting at what lay beyond them
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| Hidden behind all the logic one finds without truth
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| I recall how a carnival meeting in late fall
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| Had brought me together with them
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| With no real direction, just simple reflection
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| Of movement as clear as the wind
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| We both stood there gazing
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| And not quite believing
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| Nor willing to change points of view
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| Still, the ideas unfolded in their perfect array
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| Only hinting at what lay beyond them
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| Hidden behind all the logic one finds without truth
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| So I’m watching another exceptional flower
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| Beginning to blossom and grow
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| As yet, still unspoken, but with more than a token
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| Reminder of times yet to go
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| And the frequent suggestion
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| Is that time is the question
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| And not so much which one you choose
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| Still, ideas will unfold in their perfect array
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| Only hinting at what lay beyond them
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| Hidden behind all the logic one finds without truth
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| (Hidden behind all the logic one finds without truth)
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| (Hidden behind all the logic one finds without truth)
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| (Hidden behind all the logic one finds without truth)
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| (Hidden behind all the logic one finds without truth)
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| (Hidden behind all the logic one finds without truth)
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| (Hidden behind all the logic one finds without truth)
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| (Hidden behind all the logic one finds without truth) |