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May 2012
The days are long
But the years are fast
As is time and motion
What once was decades
Can now be measured in days
Days to live
What is the point of slumber
When you can hear him sing in your sleep?

Is this the end?

I think I saw the hands move
And the ticking
The god-forsaken ticking
I hear it in my sleep
I hear it as I set my sail
And even over the ocean’s roar

I think I saw the earth move
And Atlas groaning
The god-forsaken groaning
I hear it in my sleep
I hear it on the city streets
And I wonder what am I in for?

I think I saw the moon move
And Selene crying
The god-forsaken crying
I hear it in my sleep
I hear it as I walk alone at night
And it is hard to ignore

I think I saw the sun move
And Helios chariot
The god-forsaken chariot
I hear it in my sleep
I hear it as I turn my head
It carries me past the poor

The days are long
But the years are fast
As is time and motion
What once was decades
Is now measured in days
Days to live
What is the point of slumber
When you hear him sing in your sleep?

Is this the end?
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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