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A Reason And A Season
Everything has its season
every word, every thought, every voice
as sure as the summer is born from the womb of may
as certain as the moon reigns over the night
and as the sun smiles on the day
everything has its season
these lips of mine, they once spoke grand words
and lit flames on the faces of proud queens
once they reveled in the delights of sweet wine
my tongue once bathed in the embrace of chardonnay
now they run dry with ugly cracks
lost in thoughts of despair and wondering what i'll drink today
it's stripped of its allure, i have nothing left...