we are always in hurries to get what we want
in time we find time was the cost of the search
sacrifice leaves for rain and for snow
the ice we wish for in lemonade we lost for the heat
i dare not i think not i never do know
if wainscoting walls in february
can save me from the wall paper in january
a year dissappears in the time in between
i know not december, shes unknown to me
and mondays and tuesdays have never been friends
but the time on a wing thats a song i have wrote
could never forge future sacrifice
for a sojourn today
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