west coast town
By: jibran
Duration
3:42
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again Time has fooled me the boy thought; he broke his stride, flinching back, eyes gazing, speaking in quiet prose: the coast of man lies ahead; we are not dead; the weeping walls are still crashing; life abounds in secret. don't you see it? then unexpectedly the boy turned west, fare-welling the sun thinking: Time is not worthy of remembrance.