Time doesn't say why we must wait. It sails to its cause. We fail by its laws. Got your letter in my pocket, the one you tried to write with dried out ink. Got your picture in my wallet, tattered faded with a river's crease. Don't bury all the roses with the thorns. Don't carry all the bones of our lost wars. Cuz we all fall down soon.

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Hapless dreamer of the skies. There's no escaping what the gods devise. So hold together with wax and string the frame and feathers of your paper wings. It's a long way down before we reach the ground. It's a long way down to fall.

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