And the space to cast a thousand lifetimes
A catcher to catch each drop
A thinker, who holds his head in thought
A worrier, who tumbles 'round in knots
And to the side, men muttering to themselves.
Let this time surpass all others.
Take this hope, and see, I've got it here.
I could play that song for hours.
Don't tell the secret just yet, you'll frighten the listener.
Hold this day in thought.
In humbled silence.
Settle back into empty harbors
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