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Oh make the future small, like the painting we saw of St. Francis, and there was, far away, a background city- we only saw it with magnifiers and light. And I do wish the future was like that. Don't I know it. Oh I will not move on. I'll be here on the lawn in the same coat I have had, although I ask that I could correct every time of mistake and every regret. And there's so much that I haven't yet. Don't I know it. And in the background of St. Francis there were rivers, spires, a long way off, we could not really see them very well. I want to be beside you through all these things. Cannot. I want to keep this future from such closer measure. Cannot very well. From Letras Mania