02.08.08
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I have seen time come and go
Smoke rings in the sky
This is the last time
But only I know, that is a lie
Whither has it blown me
Over arching mountains vastness
Gentle sentinel, always shining
Green even in winter’s fastness
Drums beat the hurt
In the heart of a quiet mead
A song, sweet singing, lullabies
Old things return from forgotten seed
A tide will come
Beyond the brake of memories
Washing even Heaven pure
Beyond the guile of both our ways
A certain wave assured
Moving on Eternity
