It seemed the whole world lauded us this morning
We were it’s first born
And it was proud
Dumb, coy and awkward we presented ourselves
And for you I felt a genuine affection
Our work is to create a language
That justifies this all
The fresh pigment of spring
And how it poured fourth and sang
Bold and saturated
In greens and blue
From the nocturne
Of countless nights before
Everything was new and this felt like a beginning of things
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