Parading

We live our myth in the recurrence,

Like the morning coming every morning.
pretending we will return another day.
pretending we will return another day.
Like the morning coming every morning.
Like the morning coming every morning.
The truth is we come back as a choir. —Linda Gregg
The truth is we come back as a choir.
—Linda Gregg

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