THE BRIDGE
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AND SINCE OUR KNOWLEDGE IS HISTORICAL, FLOWING, AND FLOWN.
ANYTHING TO PASS THE TIME AND KEEP THAT SONG OUT OF YOUR MIND
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ONLY TO FIND IT’S MADE OF WOOD
TRACKING WHAT LIGHTS ME UP
THE FALCON CANNOT HEAR THE FALCONER
AND THE DARKEST HOUR IS JUST BEFORE DAWN
HEY I RECOGNIZE THAT SKY
WHILE THIS PUZZLE OF INTENT HOLDS EMOTION IN SUSPENSE
GLASS MOUNTAIN