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| Written on the back of this photo: Guess Who? |
Maybe it's time to let go of childhood dreams
Maybe I should accept that people grow up and apart
Maybe the small bits that we shared now seem too corny for our new found revolutionary packed maturity
Across the evening sky, all the birds are leaving
ردحذفBut how can they know it's time for them to go?
Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming
I have no thought of time
For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?
Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving
Ah, but then you know it's time for them to go
But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving
I do not count the time
For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?
And I am not alone while my love is near me
I know it will be so until it's time to go
So come the storms of winter and then the birds in spring again
I have no fear of time
what thought have i, if i do not scratch with pen and chirp with voice ?
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