The Sage
Emerson Lake and Palmer
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I | carry the | dust of a jour | ney |
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that | cannot be | shaken a | way |
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It | lives | deep with | in me |
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For I | breathe it | every | day. |
You and I are yesterday's answers; | |
The earth of the past came to flesh. | |
To the shapes we now possess. | |
Come share of my breath and my substance, | |
and mingle our stream and our times. | |
In bright, infinite moments, | |
Our reasons are lost in our rhymes. | |
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