SLOW STROKE (D G D F# B E)
What you love. What you see. What are you thinking?
Where does that leave me? Where can you take me?
Up and down. He swims with a slow stroke. It’s a lesson for the young folk.
While I ride into the sunset with a bent spoke.
In the shadow of a sunrise we found hope.
In the jaws of the night we let go.
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