THERE'S A PERFECT LINE TO....
When I grow old I want to see you
young, and vice versa but I guess that
never works. The world's a whirligig
whichever way one turns. The up is
down and the past returns? I'd rather
stand by this water once more, the
stream by the falls by the current
by the ocean by the glade that runs
to the glacier we made. It's only the
ice at the top that we see; the rest is
below us, in the deep, blue, sea.
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