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Like a dream that makes you
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As I went walking I saw a sign there
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In the mornings I am greedy for silence. In the afternoons &
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Throw out the anchor
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Then listens to her mind’s perverse debate
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I am there already past snowy clouds, balding moss, dim
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here is the deepest secret nobody knows
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Things fix time
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We’ve been told space
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The risk is a part of the rhythm