Walk slowly; do not rush:
The day lasts still the same
As when your face bore not your beard,
Or when dreams were dreams, never weights.
Walk slowly; do not rush:
Remember the birds who still greet,
The dawn that still comes.
Walk slowly; do not rush:
The day lasts still the same
As when your face bore not your beard,
Or when dreams were dreams, never weights.
Walk slowly; do not rush:
Remember the birds who still greet,
The dawn that still comes.
Go back
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