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What drives us on?
What drives us on?
I left something of myself in you
Fourscore, twenty, thirty
In your body and in your flesh
In your vault of skin
I was nothing for you
But the shadow of another love
That one day for you
Would shift the skies
To pastures blue
Streaked with passing and loss
Tortoise green in my eyes
From the moss of my past
You arise
And lightly then I saw you smile
With ivory throat and ivory eyes
At night I catch you before I sleep