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Brass Ring

It’s all or nothing

most of the time

everything’s cool

then turns on a dime

before you know it

you’re six feet deep

wondering why you spent

half your life asleep

you're behind the wheel

you're behind the plow

they always told you

it’d work out somehow

now time has flown

on ragged wings

and you’re still reaching

for that brass ring

and you never heard

the woodthrush sing

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