Now no one will listen to songs
If they are still singing of yesterdays
With full pages the aged belongs
Those dusty old roads of gone grays
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Eyes of everlasting turning ways
The wandering high and lows
A heart that dreamt of kingdom plays
Like a golden thread that always glows
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Oh time is like the windy breeze
Of many brooks and rivers
The water curving that one sees
And always freshly delivers
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The hour is now summer time
And flowing through the lawn
High colors in its prime
Morning sweet coming dawn
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Now banishes dark
the billion lights
surface of glowing whites
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Little secrets come and go,
Like the day so free;
On this earth there is a grow,
And a time to be.
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I can't dismiss love,
Neither can you;
It's all there above,
In the huge blue.
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I'm with a heart firmly in graceful peace,
I believe in those dreams for all mankind;
For each love in the world, feelings increase,
And for this, none injustice be confined.
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