Racing dawn got me tired when I lost,
When I took the gloss from these eyes
And let it diffuse with a night crossfading
Into the next scene - (break) - I beat tomorrow
And the stars that row through a celestial sea,
Leaving splashes and ripples in my loose grip of time.
Every hour is a new room with the same door,
Every breath goes out to come in no more the same;
The air is always different with everyone to blame,
And everyone to thank once it sank to the floor.
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