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Knowledge

Of

Lingering Time

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She would be free

;:;

I told a story once that was true

It carried a certain meaning down the road

••

They were sleeping in the ravine

Police men came

;;;

The stars fell from the sky

Even heaven wanted the earth to die

The filthy people and more to come

)(

She

Remembering soft words and the power of

The perfect Spell

Nods and points but little else

)(

Well

...

If you must

You 'd have to call her

Good in bed

)(

Lingering

Time

To

Be wise

We

Walk the high hill dawn

Simply to be loved tomorrow