Time
By mick_riley
Wed, 29 Sep 2004
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Night arrives and leaves with Grace
Grace is sun, sky, light and birth
Condense my life, Confide my face
Speak the lies in a formal tone
The truth will speak without the speech
For bodies move and talk with touch
And they portray that life is such
A trance of thought I've said too much
Time was him the man who could see
They said his name was Nostradamous
He saw a Histler or was that Hitler
He saw the melting of the ice
Time was when my team came forth
The reds the ones from liverpool
My passions know no yield when they grace the field, and when they are
gone my passions go on, To help protect my other loves
For time is love and everything besides
Its written all over our freesides
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