Wind blown
A lazy sway
Creeping like fire
From a slow spark...
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Birds without wings
Out of the dust of dreams
Head out to sea
Seeking the stars...
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Nothing can wake
Nothing will break
His host
Of teasing fancies...
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With aches and fears
Sighs and tears
We roll like water
Caught in a stream...
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A pilot on the wing
A weary thing
Feeding my soul
And reading my mind
We can be hurt
A piece at a time
As the curtains of night
Draw back with the light...
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