Humming and moving but not moving
A steady whisper, a lullaby
Takes you and I into the future
Your face glows a bright green
And seems to speak of all
That means everything to me
My sanctuary moves us now
From square to square
But I don't dare to ask you how
Inside the pause we stop to smell
What propels and makes us move
As we march under the moon
And now I wonder what he thought
As he became what I was not
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