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It's as if We Were Riding in a Sealed Railroad Car
It's as if we were riding in a sealed railroad car.
Life passes by unseen.
Then someone throws open the door.
In the fierce sunlight we sense joy
But cannot clearly see.
How beautiful! we murmur, weeping,
Our tears like music.
Why haven't we known this all along?
In an open field we dance
Under sun and moon and stars all together.
You press my hand. You say:
I can't believe it!
I can't believe life has always been so lovely!
I tell you, my darling,
I tell you now, yes!
Yes, it is, my darling,
Yes. It is. |
| Nicholas Gordon |
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