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If we could stop time,
With so simply a rhyme,
Oh that it be so,
Then maybe you wouldn't go.
Folks who are only extended,
And are nothing so blended,
As your loved one's true,
Reach out to say once more,
This life ends but there is a door,
Rest you a bit in gentle sleep,
Awaken, and you again we'll meet,
In the heart of the Native song,
Happy hunting ground wasn't wrong.
What else so full of paradise's sun?
A body new and strong to leap and run,
Like the stag our scriptures tell,
I'll wait and listen for a crystel bell.
Telling me you have conquered the corrupt,
Standing again a young man triumphant over the abrupt. |
