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Strange morning, and even stranger day. I took my thoughts for a walk in the backyard. Digging for dreams I found them buried there, and in my mind I was a king. Living lifetimes in a day, in this fieldtown. Dreaming high on warehouse rooves, where lilies bend like men with broken backs. Street cars come humming down on pot-holed streets where our past is dead and lying. Living lifetimes in a day, in this fieldtown. (oh how we shudder 'neath that sword) It moved to me like music through a room and now, now I live for song. Have heart and hang the past. Quiet the softer side. From here I go on laughing. Quiet comes the end this time. I'm finding system in these big thoughts. I'm thinking thoughts that shake the world that we all come from. Living lifetimes in a day, in this fieldtown.