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without risk there is no beauty, without chance no adventure, through suffering, wealth without living.
so we scheme and plan and tell nobody of our dreams.
so we scheme and plan and tell nobody of our dreams.
so we scheme and plan and tell nobody of our dreams.
so we scheme and plan and tell nobody of our dreams.
for I am the waiting deep, the great denier, the poised fist,
stalker of pitch oceans whose fingers twist about your throat.
I swallowed the sad pilgrims who fell to flat reef.
Their vessels sunk into water bitter as winter night, beyond the edges of sanity.
I am the waiting teeth of the rocks below,
swimming more in the clouds, bearer of the hourglass, killer of the sure dim day who beckoned you to death.
so we scheme and plan and tell nobody of our dreams.
so we scheme and plan and tell nobody of our dreams.
so we scheme and plan and tell nobody of our dreams.
so we scheme and plan and tell nobody of our dreams.
so we scheme and plan and tell nobody of our dreams.
you have walked in footsteps new, what was before will never be again.
but memories of lined faces and in the glowing after, breaking bread, the sweetest knot,
all weight shed, light extraordinary, until my whisper comes again and the future begs your listening.
so we scheme and plan and tell nobody of our dreams.
so we scheme and plan and tell nobody of our dreams.
so we scheme and plan and tell nobody of our dreams.
