now it's time
always been fine
yeah, our reasons
yeah, our rhymes
without apology
a speechless fascination
just eyes meeting
no expectations
just time, fleeting
our moments of reverberation
heavenly sensations
pushing forward
mad howling winds
down the madison
under the magnolias
it's quiet
and under the I-55
we're silent
and the river is a changing constant
always never the same
we'll never be the same
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