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All these years of thinking, ending up like this: In front of all this beauty, understanding nothing.Bruce Cockburn
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One day you're waiting for the sky to fall The next you're dazzled by the beauty of it allBruce Cockburn
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I've been scraping little shavings off my ration of light And I've formed it into a ball, and each time I pack a bit more onto it I make a bowl of my hands and I scoop it from its secret cache Under a loose board in the floor And I blow across it and I send it to you Against those moments when The darkness blows under your door Isn't that what friends are for?Bruce Cockburn