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Passing Hours

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Hushed are the stars whose power
is never spent.
To feel the fog in my throat and the
mist on my face.
I dont seek for money and fame and
ambitions point.
This place will alway be just home.
Slipping through the fingers of
restless hands.
Time is a bottle of sweet wine,
I heard them in their sadness say we
are a little nobler than the soil.
The years are flowers and bloom
within.
All of the chores are done.
A sleepy bird stirs in the bush.
The dancing feet of the passing hours,
and I ring out loud bells in the blue
sky.
Ring in a thousand years of peace.
A small man against the earth beneath
a blilion stars.
I dare fo go forth with a true purpose.
I will start the morning anew, with a
higher fairer creed, from the drive and
strain that I seek, and move on to seize
another bar of gold.
i tell you what I said.

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