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Beyond the Clouds

. . . and trying to get to the other side

and so

and so a proposition
to live and see another day
of you and me and by the way
tomorrow never comes

another bite and premonition
of something big and hard to swallow
and so I'll chew until tomorrow
another day goes by

but the night is young
and the air is sweet
the grass feels cools beneath my feet
as we watch the sun go down

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