There is but a micro second in the grand scheme of life
Where you feel totally in line with the cosmos
Everything is perfectly executed and you know
That you will win every war you wage
As the trombones play their mellow tune
I know that these tidings cannot last
Because everything beautiful is destroyed
But fear and the lack of understanding
The bliss of comprehension
Does not dawn for all
And if it dawns on you
Seize it for all its worth
When the tides go out
They will take with it you and I
Lost beyond the gravest stars in the night sky
I find but oblivion on your lips
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