![]() Let’s take a long ride I want to go into another time when the world was still ours and the jury was still out and the hills were just clouds in the skyīut there’s only one way out and it’s on up over uneven ground so as hard as it seems, take just what you need cause too much and you’ll never succeed I can drive while you’re sleeping we’ll be long-gone by the light you know we all got our reasons to stay up at nightĬome on let’s go, I don’t mind the driving snow Let it wipe away the way back homeīut it’s not what you ever thought you can leave it but it’s never gone Out where the land lies telling lies wherever you look see it hides the lows and it hides the highs and the whole roller coaster ride He tells himself 'My flower's up there somewhere.' But if the sheep eats the flower, then for him it's as if, suddenly, all the stars went out.Let’s take a long ride I want to go right through the shield into the white light into the wide silent fields ![]() ![]() And it's not serious, trying to understand why flowers go to such trouble to produce thorns that are good for nothing? It's not important, the war between the sheep and the flowers? It's no more serious and more important than the numbers that fat red gentleman is adding up? Suppose I happen to know a unique flower, one that exists nowhere in the world except on my planet, one that a little sheep can wipe out in a single bite one morning, just like that, without even realizing what he'd doing - that isn't important? If someone loves a flower of which just one example exists among all the millions and millions of stars, that's enough to make him happy when he looks at the stars. For millions of years sheep have been eating them all the same. “For millions of years flowers have been producing thorns.
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