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Bending blades on the longest of daysyou've encountered in an ice agekeeping time with an old sunbeating down like it's the last onearen't you so privileged to witness it fallyour observation makes your twice as smallin a day, cut a tall tree in twobuild it high in the back by your selfburn it in the afternoonaren't you so privileged to witness it fallif you for one moment were moved by it allbut if you're not caught in the moment I won't mindI won't set my expectations high where they should bewhat a slippery slope to climbwhen I find my feet I would soon retreat to a tower made of ivorywhere I'd contemplate the mess I've made and take comfort in the temporary Aus Songtexte Mania