You point to the sky The sky Is reflected in your eyes And i Want to fly on a carpet of brown leaves we retrace the steps of change construct a tapestry of what will come
You point to the sea I see What seems to be so free Bound by Empty sky on a tower of gray earth far above the spray-struck stone we climb toward the melting point of time
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here we tumble down the path comic beggars trading laughs for scraps from the tables of the wise
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