It's been years but I hear you in old tales I sang.
Thinking back through the adventures of you, I'm heightened.
Like a child climbing his first mountain of pillows.
Now a man to reflect the idea and the execution I could not be any more joyful.
I echoed bold and would hurt myself with truths I dare not let pass.
Let there be no sadness to farewell and us all to find clarity through confusion.
If I could take one thing alone from this... I wouldn't.
- Sleeps
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