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Music: Ma
mere l'oye - 5: Le Jardin Feerique. |
Last night, today, tonight
I've thought of you, Your fear of loving me, your fear of pain, My own reluctance soon to love again, And why we often flee what we pursue. I've thought: if we could make time disappear, Prune past and future, make the moment flower, Lobotomize all save this single hour, Then we could love with neither hope nor fear. But when we pause to watch the moment flow, Beneath we see eternity and space, So thin a moving film is time and place, Removing us, and all we love and know. I cannot but anticipate the end: Desire a lover, yet fear to lose a friend. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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