The Bird in the Hand
Yesterday has flown away
Far beyond the sun.
And of morrows, who can say,
Till another one?
Only Now is all my own,
And my heart knows how:
O wild wings for a sky unknown,
Mine, mine — now!
Far beyond the sun.
And of morrows, who can say,
Till another one?
Only Now is all my own,
And my heart knows how:
O wild wings for a sky unknown,
Mine, mine — now!
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