One by one the days fall beside us
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Like yellow leaves
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We have no conscience
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Oh, what we're becoming...
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Month by month the rings on our tree trunks
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Like old wise eyes
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Grow wider
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And winter lends them a dead disguise
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Now time, like an ocean, knows tide, like a notion
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To toss about the house and lose inside the couch
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Piles of our thoughts run miles in the dark
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Just trying to get home
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Age by age
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We rime with our seasons' rehearsed routines
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Still turning and returning
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Now I'm wide as the ocean
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Now I bleed roses
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You are just a mark on the map of my past
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I am a road
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I wind along alone
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All day until the coast
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Season Poem
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Gregory And The Hawk |