New like the morning sun
Life like this meadow we run
Wide as the sky’s array
Quick as this elusive display
Time like a ticking clock
The moment like a ticket we bought
Our existence goes slipping by
On this ship we have chosen to ride
Moving on water as reflective glass
The day will come and then to pass
This hour then to me is true
A depth like the deep deep blue
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