we miss the moment and we fail to speak
so time itself slips out of weary hands
not subject now to anyone's commands
only an infant stands upon the peak
and gazes out upon the sunlit lands
we miss the moment and we fail to speak
the mighty river starts as muddy creek
so we are told but no one understands
that oceans set the limit of the sands
we miss the moment and we fail to speak
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