I have burned so long too long.
threshing paths
grinding hope
head bowed limbs slack
I ask I ask
peel back this mortal bind
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If the sun touches you before I do, If the air enters you before I do,
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I may be fleeting/but I am joy/At the brink of dawn each day/reminded/by the spread-opened wings of/a dead sparrow
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