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Tomorrow is my birthday, my sister tells me
and I turn old again.
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Open wide, my love, my love
to take the spaces that we've left between us
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They roll on, down to places of tomorrow's threads
turning to light the darkness
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I painted her a brilliant morning, all in breathless light
she, a wondrous mountainscape scene
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Last night I held a symphony;
a tribute to stars and waiting dawn.
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I am held over from yesterday
waiting for a moment - only a moment -
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Down, to where people run, uncaring
without a thought of things that breathe
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I lost my hold, then
in the sight of you and the openings
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Take me down, morning sun
I have barely risen and already felt too much.
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Someone once told me
that no one really wants to be tolerated
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Holes are common place;
children born in the half-way space
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let hope fall heavy on
the sound of singing sweet
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oh, the way the moment twirls!
Our eyes meet, and I am moved
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To wires, from dust
from man to broken machine;
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And I, who have been so long at winter,
am praying for such a beginning
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breaking through is only the beginning
of things that begin at the end
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