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the
secrets and the treasures
days
have chased us here
it's
not that we were looking
things
meaning
for
the hands passed through
time
it was when
we
each were unwrapped
under
such a tree
dearly
beloved
we
are gathered in dust
like
the idea surviving
the
groundless belief
truth
in such hearts
the
year unwound
and
years
because
we lived the wish to be
everything
lit is already known
it's
we who are in the dream
nothing
fits
each
is of its kind
take
cliff
or
pool
dinner
table
each
finds a self
sometimes
a mere succession of us
brilliant
fizzle
then
try a little further back
knock
on the past of this door
here
where Christmas was
back
in the box
breeze
to guess south
fills
our televised sails
and
find another continent yet
the
house
for
a running down clock
you
trip over
try
to remember
back
into
notes
to carry a tune
start
down
swim
the tears
train
is a tunnel's yellowing end
daylight
will find us consumed
deeper
then the ache till love
this
is how memory will be
ghosts
of the living still sing
everything
is already known
weep
for the past
that
it is passing
as
we ourselves soon will be
now there's a chorus
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