The wonder of you
Oh new born thing,
So much is there new
Like bloom in new spring;
You have time to come
To hold on and play,
And there in is some
That gives its true weigh.
Each hope and a try
Shall give its good length,
Explain to you why
Time has its own strength;
What is the reason
To continuing here on,
Why there is a season
And why they are done.
The wonder of all
Is in with the new tides,
Each comes to befall
And the time sets asides;
Love has its contrast
In each of its many ways,
Some have been harassed
Others in the still stays.
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