Just Passing

One and a-two and a-three and a-four and a

This feeling of spring

Like the wing of a bird that is flying

The nights they go cold as my mind does go old

And I'm looked at inspected hated accepted

The wise men they wrangle

Their minds look for angles and meaning

Meaning

But the ceiling is light as I glide

Through the night and I'm leaving

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