Where do lines divide,
When all that's known is pride,
A bumpy ride of tide,
"I couldn't do it" said the bearded man,
"They all blew it,"
"From the future I came,"
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So heavy was this grief,
In the expectation,
"How foolish, eye see,"
As if trying to control the seas,
Make right the wrong and bow,
For lessons of the season,
What was that?, "I seem to have forgotten,"
Now we lay bare in the garden,
Ahhhh, another labeling,
We are all the same,
Lay kindling to the flame,
For what is lost cannot be found,
Ready to step off?
"Only you spent too much time looking back,
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