Where would you go after you close your eyes to sleep tonight?
Is there a river out there
Grasses that never dry up
And dew that hangs on to every blade
Longer than a day?
Will you ask me to come and tiptoe with you in that quietness?
And bring my guitar there
To sing to the waters
That never dry up
So I can send all my questions away
With the current
Of that river
of unremembering?
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