I hope your day is being
Given away a little madly
A little profligately
That you’re not worried about time
I hope you’re stumbling
Over it a little your day
Wondering where you left it
It must be here somewhere
Noticing a little sadly
Where it was last seen
The light along the shore-line
Finding it again before it’s over
And your night comes on naked
As a lover over the water
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