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No measured mark of wit
Wisdom or rhetoric could solve this
Too fractured to endear
Bonds broken beyond view
With all roads leading here
Fettered by an endless blue
But I held the arrows, I pulled the strings
And bottled messages never to be seen
But I held the arrows, I pulled the strings
In fits and starts it can blossom and bloom
But I held the arrows, I pulled the strings
In fits and starts it can blossom and bloom
The shot at the moon still falls short of the stars
