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Oh mother,

It’s heavy on my wings;

That I swore to chase the mile,
And claim my years, but while,

I dream like a thousand kings,

Still I know, oh mother,

The spring is moving on,

When my chance has fallen past,
And broken every mast.

I will find you,
In the dancing dust

As every face
every feature,
Of a soft hearted creature
Drifts away from its trance,

Let it spin
Let it twist
Let it dance

Oh mother,

The dusk will take it all,

When the spark is finally lost,
And there’s nothing here to trust,

I will find you,
In the dancing dust

And I’ll meet you,
Where the days won’t pass,

Forever new,
In the dancing dust

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