The film school windows
Are now rolling the reels of light
Of sleds on the streets, sleds on the hills
And I will try to speak
To call out to you
The snow on pi day
Was not called for at all
We wake to this light in our rooms
Universe of sky
And the deep, deep streets
Perfect and clean
I wish I was starting over
I wish I was starting a over
A sign is a sign
And the patterns of science cannot be
Be always right
In luminous mysteries in the car
We ask for this healing, we wait
For the coming of a great love
Of a great peace
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