This precise time and right here
Are not going anywhere
I’ve had enough of new todays
For once I’d like to go another way
I speak my last words and then remember it may never end
All that I’ve won I have lost
Each passing moment cuts me off
Well, I don’t like to waste a chance but they’re overflowing
What I don’t do will get done by somebody
When I was five I saw some plants ungrowing
Whether seen forwards or back they’d keep going
They’d keep going
If the seasons which change were all still
It’s so easy to see life would fail
Whatever slips out of our hands
Will find its way back to us once again
If the seasons which change were all still
It’s so easy to see life would fail
Whatever slips out of our hands
Will find its way back to us once again
Will find its way back to us once again
Will find its way back to us once again
Once again
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- Julieta.
- I do have utopian fantasies. A lot of them are more - I wouldn't say spiritual, but they relate more to the imagination and the individual. But for me socialism is a way of trying to put far-fetched ideas into everyday use, trying to find a way to bridge the gap between that fantasy and reality, and reaching out across that gap to the people who can actually do something to make the change.
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