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If I had known
I'd left ages ago
Days rolling on and on
Proving me wrong
Surely I am blessed
Sunday children tend to be
Living into destiny in this grand electric quest
So many seeds to plant
Rules to bend
Suns to rise
So little time
So we sleep our sleeps
We dream our dreams
And stare at empty bright screens
It would've shown
Takes time to grow
Now I do see
So I will pointlessly
Be mastering a craft
Seems to be my prophecy
Ancestrally that there would be sixty summers left
So many books to read
People to see
Love to find
So little time
So we sleep our sleeps
We dream our dreams
And stare at empty bright screens
