If you don’t know how you got where you are, you probably weren’t watching where you were going.
Still I would want to be someone who’d answer to me:
Someone who sees like a child, gives like a saint,
feels like an angel — never mind the broken wings,
and speaks like a picture, cries like the rain, shines like a star,
as long as the fire remains.
You and I both loved what you and I spoke of and others just dream of…
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