All the words have been used
All the words have been used, all the roads have been paved
All the pictures been taken, and framed
All the old invitations are deeply engraved
All the wilds have been formally claimed
All the things have been said, all the vows have been sworn
All the sentences lined up just right
Oh but wait - they have never been said on this morn -
In this voice - on this street - in this light
All the prophets have cast off their robes and retired
All the world has become very old
All the most antique earthenware already fired
The legends already been told
All the words have been used, yes, but here’s one that’s new
All glinting, and peach-fuzzed, and lilting
Oh the babies are marching, their lines breaking through
And the old world is tilting - and tilting
All the roads have been paved, all the forest floors swept
Nothing happens we don’t recognize
Oh but look - there’s a tear that has not yet been wept
There are kisses, and fights, and surprise
All the things have been said, all the vows have been sworn
All the sentences lined up by height
Oh but wait - they have never been said on this morn -
In this voice - on this street - in this light
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