I’m back off the coast of North Africa. We’re in port, but it’s stormy. The mooring lines strain and complain, the ship surges back and forth against the fenders, the night is cold and I have taken refuge in my little cabin, in my guitar, and in my songs.
I thought back on things, far back, and this song emerged.
time has known you
ever since the world began
I have known you
ever since the stars were young
Then there came changes so great
that you disappeared
Now, here are changes so great
that you reappear
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