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I have a little bit of cold or something coming on slowly or relentlessly, and so I sat down early to write a nice brief post for you. 

But I am easily led astray. And so I spent some time trying to get these lyrics into a song instead:

Sometimes its just a bird,

Or even a fly flying by,

And it cant be heard,

no matter how we try.

And though we strain and reach,

It's heedless to our cry

(Chorus)

But sometimes my eyes open

My heart is thrown wide,

And I am like the ocean,

And you are like the tide.

This bridge has felt the foot,

Of every wild thing,

Buried like a root,

Resplendent as a king,

But its plain as the dirt on the ground

And depends upon our dreams.

(Chorus)

Oh sometimes my eyes open

My heart is thrown wide,

And I am like the ocean,

And you are like the tide

.

This bridge is just the future,

Of everything you chose,

You're led by something putrid,

A king without his clothes,

But you're greater than all of that,

If you'll just give up your pose.

(Chorus)

Yes sometimes my eyes open

My heart is thrown wide,

And I am like the ocean,

And you are like the tide.

I know these will be for another of my "nature camera at the bridge" movies that I spend a lot of time working on lately. The movies using this song might have more sign pictures if I can ever get any of the pieces involved to work how I want. 

The sign pictures look like this, though of course, they are animated when they are finished:

And if this ruins the surprise, so be it.