It was all at once, every sound and sight
When the days were loud and the days were light
But the shadows fall and the chairs grow small
And I try to get back to the heart again
To the rightest row in the wild grove
To the brightest red in the dying glow
But the row and red disappear ahead
And I try to get back to the heart again
To another sight of the Earth entire
To the living trees standing in the fire
We amass and split, we grow old and sick
And I try to get back to the heart again
Does the railing run to a place I know?
Does a ghost remain and all the people go?
There’s a secret tune dreams return me to
And I try to get back to the heart again
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