To everything turn, turn, turn
Every purpose under heaven
Is one for which I blindly yearn
For peace, for a time to unlearn
A time to be born, then again
To die on the hour eleven
A time to reap the wild wind
I can't, never could, pretend
Didn't I swear I was coming?
Do you hear my footsteps running?
In the destiny I'm confronting,
I'm prepared to outgun the cunning
Shown: "Axis" 48"x24" oils on canvas. Available for $1290.
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