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There are days in which I cannot tell
Whether it's the thunder or my heart
Sounding in my ears

And breathing in an ancient spell
Raindrops fall and play their part
This is no place for fears

And from a new born well
There springs an abstract art
Of living through the years

This pulse will fall then swell
And then reverse itself to chart
A course for us, the pioneers

And we puddles of the storm of life
Should take to heart
The knowledge from these visited frontiers





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