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We put in time,
like quarters in a slot,
but the moon is still a rock,
and we've only got what we've got now.

Don't think through it,
it only kills it off.
Don't shine a light on it,
it only turns to dark.
You start to blame yourself
for running toward a simple spark.
But you let your legs go,
maybe it's there,
maybe it's not.

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