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It happens and, as it passes,
shows everyone the truth.
And for not stopping,
lives immortality.
I love time and its elasticity.
Today I don't move in big strides through life.
My walk is discreet and my joy is indiscreet.
It's just a matter of time, like wind in sea, my friend.
It's presumptuous of me to believe that my life was written this way.
More paradox.
Everyone does to give
magical understanding.
To be able to hear him sing...
I won't find instrumental words.
Only silence will give the instrumental words.