Time ticks forward lingering slow
When one is always watching it
As silent as a steamer flow
Underneath a dashing comet
Unless we launch off life in gear
Come shatter the champagne bottle
Your ship remains docked in the pier
Awaiting for swift throttle
The scheme of things will slop the waves
Whenever waters go clashing
Anchorring the heart for all it braves
Onto a comet fast dashing.
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