I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through
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I was almost up there a couple of weeks ago to do some location scouting, but the "wrong" company won the bid for the commercial, so...
Dang.
Hey Nathan, well, it's quite loverly, when you can see it. It's the fog which can roll in at any time that messing things up.
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