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1:44 AM 2020-05-06 Patience sat just around the corner And like a cop it sat just out of sight But time it flew by without any warning The earliest morning had become the night Now, there's things I don't remember There are things I can't forget There were times I was proud There are times I regret There's things I should have done And there's things I should have said Before the moment was gone Or the feeling was dead Old age was a mystery when I was young I couldn't conceive of my life being done Now youth is the whistle of a far away train Full of mem'ries and moments that won't come again And there's things I don't remember There are things I can't forget There were times I was proud There are times I regret There's things I should have done and there's things I should have said Before the moment was gone or the feeling was dead Now I sit all alone in my COVID corner Two metres away from the touch of a hand The tide rushes in and then back to the ocean Relations are born and wash away in the sand James H. Webb
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May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 6:11 PM UTC
A COVID Moment
1:44 AM 2020-05-06 Patience sat just around the corner And like a cop it sat just out of sight But time it flew by without any warning The earliest morning had become the night Now, there's things I don't remember There are things I can't forget There were times I was proud There are times I regret There's things I should have done And there's things I should have said Before the moment was gone Or the feeling was dead Old age was a mystery when I was young I couldn't conceive of my life being done Now youth is the whistle of a far away train Full of mem'ries and moments that won't come again And there's things I don't remember There are things I can't forget There were times I was proud There are times I regret There's things I should have done and there's things I should have said Before the moment was gone or the feeling was dead Now I sit all alone in my COVID corner Two metres away from the touch of a hand The tide rushes in and then back to the ocean Relations are born and wash away in the sand James H. Webb
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May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 6:11 PM UTC
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