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Drop the coin tomorrow

Before the water stops–

Watch it fall like fabric

And whisk away the spots.

 

Tell me time is holding

Not slipping through the hands–

Of solid, stately banners

From wintered, shaded lands.

 

Drink the cup of sorrow

To practice for a time–

The joys of hope forgotten

The pain of life gone by.

 

Weep the tears of sunset

That sweep the ground for day–

But do not let me follow

ThatĀ ground into the gray.

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