he walks on in the doors
quietly not making a sound,
staying alert for there a strangers all around.
there's those who have fallen from a glorious tree,
and we're all swimming and learning here under the sea.
what pleasures we know,
oh the sights that we've seen.
these new days rolling in
so soft and serene.
for we have chosen the sky
with our heads held high.
walking onward,
towards the end of time.
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