.The bright convoy erodes the mountain stew,
Feeds the delta banks of time.
And the grains commence their reconstruction game,
But whirls as dust in our eyes.
So you see it leaves me with my memory in my pocket,
And I'll sleep under the tide of dreams.
And I'll dream under the .
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