Relaxation
Dulls the pangs of unborn ills
As silence reigns supreme
Time is abundant
Dashing and weaving out of reach
Again and again
Till the crash of tomorrow
At its marvelous peak
Throw your perils off the edge
Let them scream
From below in their broken shards
Take to this moment
This respite of wind
Amid the scornful glare of the desert

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