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New ghost is that what you are
Standing on the stairs of water
No longer surprised
Hope and grief are still our wings
Why we cannot fly
What failure still keeps you
Among us the unfinished
The wheels go on praying
We are not hearing something different
We beat our wings
Why are you there
I did not think I had anything else to give
The wheels say it after me
There are feathers in the ice
We lay the cold across our knees
Today the sun is farther than we think
And at the windows in the knives
You are watching
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