June 16, 2009
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Don’t stand on a cliff and wish you had wings
You will close your eyes and fall

The hyper joy of the summer sun
Becomes the unbearable heat of day
The tranquil serenity of a quiet night
Becomes the panicked disaster of the dark
The gentle touch of the falling rain
Becomes the powerful flood of yesterday
The silent beauty of the flames
Becomes the all-consuming passion of today
The wistful dreams of a young child
Slowly become the way of tomorrow

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