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The Band Starts To Play

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Like the many tears of chikdren,
they surrender to knowledge,

preening their feathers serenly.
It is not wisdom to be only wise,

yesterdays gone, so bury the past,
and think of the problems to do.

I will keep a smile when I leave,
and the band starts to play.

For this far from anything, I am out
of tune.

Beams from happy eyes have moved
me not,

I still have food, books, and morning
skies.

A gallant heart need never fear the
years.

As I walk by the rocky ledge, I am not
here to play---to dream, to drift.

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