Some days the earth spins fast
But yet I hold no fears
There's still time for things
I hear the turning gears
No need to ponder on
A sun that has no birth
The morning yet fends
From the sun's looming girth
Doors stay open longer
When on a lulling stroll
No hurry beckons me
Fast ships do wreck the soul
Ask me where I go to
For that I have no start
Life's full of mystery
Of which I play no part
Warmth and reflections pass
In tales like some may do
Even if the world blurs
Nowhere must we run to
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