I seek life’s lonely hours

When the heart pours freely

When the dam has ruptured

Crashing into the tide

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Those small sacred hours

Where patient omens glow

And the lost shards of yourself

Fall in place at last

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Those spacious hours

When your grief is awakened    

And forsaken love returns

To your trembling arms

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I seek those hollow hours

For the many crowded moments

When the mobs of today  

Cry for blood, loot or refuge