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By Chances are Date: 2003 Jan 08 Comment on this Work [[2003.01.08.01.32.30546]] |
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Festival of life Erase me from this sleeping This dormant walking waking slumber I would be rewritten To feel everything Like I am a young child I want to feel The king tides are here The water is nearer Greener and The time is now Tides changing Draining down to low Before the high Repeats itself again Cyclic and slowly turning time I sail myself out drifting For that which is life That gives me my aliveness Vitality and sparkling Because I will not slumber And there is no compass |