-Words Without Songs -

	Patterns of Another day Awaken slowly out of gray A tolling bell Rolling down the alleyway It's calling all My Dreams away My Dreams are songs I play.
		Surf's up Aboard a tidal wave   Come about hard and join The young and often spring you gave I heard the word Wonderful thing A children's song   A child is the father of the man
	I'll be the first to praise the sun The first to praise the moon The first to hold the lone coyote The last to set it free.
	Your eyes. It's a day's work to look into them.
		The same sun that melts the wax can harden clay And the same rain that drowns the rat will grow the hay And the mighty wind that knocks us down If we lean into it Will drive our fears away
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