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Must've been forces, that took me on them wild coursesWho knows how many poses, that I've been inBut them the main closest, hark! it gives meaning MineI cannot really post this, ah feel the signsI worried about rain and I worried bout lightningBut I watched them off, to the light of the morningMarking the slope, slung low in the highlandsWhere the days have no numbersIf it's harmed, it's harmed me, it'll harm, I let it in
Oh, the old modus: out to be leading liveSaid, comes the old ponens, demit to striveA word about Gnosis: it ain't gonna buy the groceriesOr middle-out locusts, or weigh to findI worry about shame, and I worry bout a worn pathAnd I wander off, just to come back homeTurning to waltz, hold high in the lowlandsCause the days have no numbersIt harms me, it harms me, it harms like a lamb
So I can depose this, partial to the bleeding vinesSuppose you can't hold shit. how high I've beenWhat a river don't know is: to climb out and heed a lineTo slow among roses, or stay behind
I've been to that groveWhere no matter the source isAnd I walked it off: how long I'd lastSore-ring to cope, whole band on the canyonCause the days have no numbersWell it harms it harms me it harms, I'll let it in