The Fool


If Solitude was merciful
And Time could count in cardinals
Were all tomorrows different
And change to choose its imminence
If patience was perpetual
And hatred be expendable
If chance could live of reveries
Each breath we take from memory
Then maybe then
The fool could fly
The heart unburdened
All alright

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